My Life as a Fairytale Creature

Comin' Home

Willow's POV        

    Willow, keep your emotions under control. That’s what my mother always told me when I was a little girl. I’m a farie. I live in a community of farie and live in the palace with the royal family. Most Fae have special abilities but every farie can shrink down to Tinker Bell size and fly.

                I was blessed with two gifts. I have power over the four elements and over the weather. When I was little, my mother told me that in order to control my powers I needed to control my emotions. I thought that was silly, my powers were perfectly under control.

                When I was twelve my mother died from a fire my father had accidently started. Both of my parents perished in the fire. I couldn’t put it out fast enough to save either of them. After it was clear they were dead I found out that my mother had been right. I was so sad, my emotions made it pour for a month straight. A thunder storm would jump in at least once a week because of my anger towards my father. Once the queen found out what happened she sent out a search party to find me. I was raised by the king and queen as their own. I grew up with the Prince, David, who was one year older than me, and his little sister, Poppy, who is seven years younger than me.

                As David and I got older we stopped hanging out. We hardly even saw each other in the palace. After our high school graduation I went away to college at UC Berkeley while David stayed at the palace in New Jersey.

                Today, September 12th, Monday, eleven years after my parents died; I was heading home; I had just graduated and was on a plane back to New Jersey. My flight had just landed and I was at the baggage claim grabbing my four humongous suitcases.

                “Do you need some help with that miss?” Someone asked.

                “Do you mind calling me a cab?” I asked turning to see a man, maybe two years older than me. There was something off about him, I just couldn’t place it. He gave me an odd look and then looked away.

                “Sure thing,” he nodded. He called the cab and helped me get my stuff in the trunk of the cab and opened the door for me, not meeting my eyes.

                “Thank you,” I smiled.

                “You’re welcome,” he nodded closing the door.

                “Where ye going?” The cab driver asked.

                “Island Beach State Park,” I answered.

                “Alrighty then,” he shrugged and drove.

                “You can stop here,” I said when we reached the edge of the forest.

                “Are ye sure?” he asked.

                “Yeah,” I nodded. He stopped and I got out and took my bags out of the trunk. “Here you go,” I said handing him forty dollars. “Keep the change,” I smiled. He got in the car quickly and drove away. I smiled to myself. Everyone was terrified of this forest. It was dark, you could hear screams, and wicked laughter from our guards to protect our city. I made sure he was gone before shrinking my bags, and myself into itsy bitsy size. I used the wind to pick up my six bags and fluttered into the air next to them.

                Five minutes later I stopped outside the high school where I know Poppy, who should now be fifteen, and a sophomore.  The bell rang, signaling the end of the day and everyone got out. I saw Poppy’s familiar golden hair and smiled. I made a gust of wind hit her straight on and she tried to hold her hair down. When I stopped the wind she looked around with an excited grin on her face.