The Fairies Song

Chapter Seven: Hada

The woman in plaid ushered the young girl inside, who I now know was called Imara. Imara was starting to gain her senses back. She looked around the waiting room.

It was medium sized. Huge for me, but as were all human things. A row tan, comfy enough looking chairs sat along one wall, facing a receptionist desk. In the center of the room was a bin of children's toys. No one was waiting, thank goodness.

"I'll call your Dad," the woman in plaid rushed to the desk to pick up the phone.

"No, Taylor," Imara breathed quietly with some effort.

"But sweetie, I have to," Taylor looked at Imara. Taylor had medium length, chestnut brown hair with streaks of red. A cowlick stood up on the top of her head, making her look young. Freckles dotted her nose. Her hazel eyes shone with mischief. Laugh lines were clearly displayed by her eyes. She did a lot of smiling.

But right now she wasn't. She looked at Imara, eyes filled with understanding.

"I have to, I can't let you walk in here with a gash in your head and not let your Father know," she carefully stated.

"Please," Imara begged. They locked eyes and an understanding passed between them. Taylor put down the phone and gently pulled Imara into a side room. The door slammed before I could enter.

I darted around, searching for somewhere to hide. I flew into the children's toy chest. I waited for for Imara to come out. Thankfully no one entered to clinic. The door slowly creaked open. I peaked out. Imara exited, followed by Taylor. Her hairline was wet were the blood was. She must have washed it. A band aid stretched across her forehead, covering the gash. Her face had regained its colour.

"Are you sure you don't want me to tell your Dad this time?" Taylor asked gingerly.

"No, please," Imara replied. Her voice was stronger. "He'll never leave me alone. Besides, he's always busy."

Taylor looked at Imara. Her eyes filled with sadness. She pulled Imara in close for a hug. She was stiff at first, but eventually leaned into her. Taylor wrapped her arms around Imara's shoulders. They stood there for a while until Imara pulled away. Taylor kept her arms on her shoulder as she looked into Imara's eyes.

"I'll be here for you, you aren't alone," Taylor promised. Imara's eyes started to gloss over before she rubbed them. Taylor gave Imara one last hug before Imara ran out the door. I darted after her so I wouldn't be left behind.

My mind was swimming from that exchange. The way Taylor looked at Imara, I couldn't put my finger on it. Fairies had the incredible ability to read emotions, but Taylor's emotions continued to baffle me. It was like affection, but stronger. I darted in the door before Imara closed it completely. I looked up the stairs and Imara was gone. I flew up to find their door wide open. I flew in.

"AH HA!" Imara jumped out from behind the door and swung her hands around me. I had to crouch to avoid being squished.

She slowly spread her fingers apart to look at me. Her eyes widened. She swayed before firmly planting her feet. I sat cross legged. She opened her hand fully to study me. I looked into her piercing blue eyes.

"Can you talk?" she asked slowly.

"Yes."

She covered her mouth with her hand. I fluttered my wings to avoid falling. She took a step back.

"This can't be happening," she kept her eyes glued on me. "I'm dreaming."

"You aren't," I chose my words carefully. "I'm real." I hovered closer to her. She backed into the cupboard.

"Ahrg!" she jumped forward. The broken jar had cut her foot. I flew higher where I was out of the way. She grabbed a broom and swept up the shards. She kept glancing up at me nervously.

"It's okay," I tried to sound reassuring.

Imara took a deep, shaky breath.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"I couldn't leave you, you would have died."

"But why does that matter to you? It doesn't matter to anyone else," Imara's voice was filled with anguish.

I didn't know how to reply. She was so wounded. She shook her head to clear the tears I could sense were forming in her eyes.

"How do you understand me?" she asked. Her courisity was getting the better of her. It wasn't every day you got to meet a Fairy.

I thought about it. I wasn't sure how to word it.

"Our Queen has a magic. It's very powerful. It allows Fairies to do many things. One thing is, it acts like a translator."

"That's so neat," Imara said. She was warming up. Maybe there was hope for this girl.

"Can you tell me about your world?" I asked. I was both curious and terrified of the human's world. Imara's lips curled into the faintest of smiles smiles.

"With pleasure."

Imara's doubts seemed to have melted away. Her eyes lit up. She walked over to the couch and pulled somthing out from under the end table. She sunk into the couch and glanced at me expectantly. I fluttered over to her.

I hovered over her shoulder as she lifted the top up. She pressed a button and the screen started to glow. The machine began to hum, similar to that of the metal beasts, but softer.

"What is it?" I asked.

Still smiling Imara replied.

"It's called a laptop."

"Wha..." I trailed off. It had changed. It now displayed many squares in a row. In the back was a picture of Imara. She was a few years younger. Beside her on one side, stood a girl who looked like a miniature Imara. On the other, a girl who looked like a bigger Imara. I assumed it was her Mother and sister. The family resemblance was clear. They seemed to be dressed up in old time greenish gray cloaks, held together with a leaf brooch.

Imara chuckled. It was a beautiful sound, ringing in my ears. It filled my heart with warmth. I studied Imara's face. There was something about her. She was special.

And I was going to figure out what it was about her that made me so protective of her. What made me want to help her.