Fight

Chapter 3

Authors Notes- Don't hate me!! I was seriously sick! I still feel like shit, but I cant leave ya'll hanging two days in a row. But it probably wont be long. PS girl is Tilda. Queen Duck. Kisses <3

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     It didn't take long for my mood to sky rocket back to happy. Tilda is able to brighten up anyone's day. It is like waking up and the sky is blue and the sun is shining. It helps that she is the cutest little girl in the entire world.
     We decided to have a picnic at our spot. It is a big meadow in the middle of the woods behind our house with a beautiful willow tree in the middle. It's calm and peaceful. Tilda says she likes it because of the way the light shines right on to it. Also because it looks like something out of a fairy tale.
     I asked her once what a fairy tale was. I wanted to know if she still believed in magic. But what she told me broke my heart.

*******Flashback*******

"Fairy tales are fake stories. Made up for little kids so they don't have to face the big bad world. My mom used to read me bedtime fairy tales. Then she left at a train station." Tilda said with a grim look on her face.

"Tilda, fairy tales might not exist, but I promise you will never be abandoned again. I will always be right here with you and no one will ever take me away." I tell her.

*******FLASHBACK OVER*******

      The look she gave me after that was one of distrust. I just laughed and hugged her. I have never let her be alone since then. I even told her I would adopt her when I turned eighteen. She still doesn't believe me. I pick her up and set her in my lap and she watches me draw. She says she likes watching the way the pencil follows my movements without hesitation. I told her once everything has a soul. Everything can her you and know your intentions. That is why people hesitate. Not because they themselves are second guessing their actions, but it is the essence of the objects making them stiffen.
      She laughed at me. Saying that I was still such a child and she is only 8. I told her to watch. I began to draw something horrible with the pencil and my hand stopped.

"See Tilda. Everything has left over essence form before it was killed. In fact these pencils are special is your quiet enough you can here them talking to each other." I tell her.

        She put her hand over my mouth and everything became silent. All of a sudden you could here whispering.

Did you see her last drawing.

Yeah. The way she had us blend together to form a different shade of a color was amazing.

How about when she drew the little girl she is always with. I love that one.

I don't think we have ever been used by someone with this much talent. It makes me wonder if she might be a Mythic.

I understand. I have only ever seen a Mythic be able to draw the way she can.

I wonder if she can hear us. Tilda, the little girl, too. It would be nice if we could show her how we actually look.

"What do you actually look like?" I ask.

She can here us!

Show her.

We will just show you, Ash.

     You will not believe what happened. They turned into people. Well small people, but people none the less.

"Hello, Ash. We are the Color Elves. It is nice to meet you." the one with blue hair says.