Kaita's Secrets

Laced with mischief

Cyril closed his eyes and imagined the scent of home. There was a distinct fragrance of lilac and lemon, which floated in the air. He remembered how the sun shined at dawn, reflecting itself off the stream that ran through the village. His pointed ears perked up, trying to imagine the familiar sounds of the chirring insects and singing birds. He pictured the gleeful children chasing one another across the fields. Cyril ran his fingers across the wooden bed frame, envisioning the rough bark from the oak trees that surrounded their small village. His bare toes raked through his fluffy carpet, attempting to recreate the feeling of verdant green grass. A knock from the door abruptly snapped him out of his fantasies.

" Sweetie, your father and I need help setting up the shop," his mother called to him. Her voice was loud and compelling, and his father often joked that she had a voice that caused mountains to shake.

" I'll be out in a second," Cyril groggily mumbled. He opened up the window, letting in the chilly air and morning sunshine. In a rush, Cyril packed his J.Crew messenger bag and slipped on his treasured beanie. It covered his sharp ears so that he could go unnoticed by the mortals.

He rushed out of the door and flew down the flight of stairs. Entering the shop, he smiled, seeing his father make his famous eggless veggie omelet.

" Good morning, son," his father smiled at him. Cyril grinned back, giving his dad a warm hug.

" It smells great," Cyril complimented, taking out three plates and forks. He set them on the marble counter and watched as his father placed each omelet on the dish, swiftly flipping them with the spatula. Cyril quickly scarfed down his breakfast and went on to helping his mother wipe down the tables.

" Go to school, sweetie. We got it from here," his mother suggested, rolling up the sleeves of her sweater and revealing her toned arms. Cyril kissed her on the cheek and made his way out of the cafe. The store door bell chimed as he hastily left.

Walking down the road, he noticed Mrs. Albert, a mute elderly woman who lived across the street, struggling to carry her groceries.

" Mrs. Albert, let me take that for you," he offered, smiling as he made his way towards her.

She smiled gratefully as he assisted her. Just as he was about to leave, she rummaged through her bag and shakily handed him a piece of peppermint. Cyril gladly accepted. Popping the piece of candy into his mouth, he continued on his path to school.

However, he immediately noticed a tiny frog in the center of the street. Cars whirled past the small creature in a rushed manner.

" Be careful, " Cyril gulped. He quickly ran into the street and scooped the frog up, gently cupping him inside of his warm palms. The boy placed him down on a patch of grass and smiled. " There you go, buddy. Be safe," Cyril murmured, brushing the frog's sleek back with his finger.

Cyril glanced at his watch and started to jog, seeing that he only had a few minutes to spare.

While entering the building, he noticed something bizarre. He could feel every nerve in his body tingle, and a wave of warmth enveloped every fiber of his being. Cyril looked back, noticing a flash of red. There was a girl on the other side of the hallway. The first thing he noticed was her long, bright hair. Then, he noticed her baggy men's clothes. What a peculiar thing, he thought, observing her every movement. Cyril listened to her heartbeat.

" Sounds human," he whispered, wondering what she was doing in a school for supernatural creatures. Noel walked close to her, leading her to the west side staircase, but before she left, she looked back and paused. Glowing green eyes briefly met with sparkling blue. Noel tugged at her arm and she turned back, following Noel up the staircase.

Cyril ignored the burning sensations that ran across his skin and made his way to class.

The bell rang, marking the beginning of the period. He sat down and opened up his messenger bag. A sketchbook fell out of it. It was Noel's.

I almost forgot about you, Cyril mused, flipping through the pages of the book. Countless drawings were beautifully sketched onto each page. He couldn't help but snatch it while Noel was at his coffee shop. Elves were mischievous, after all. 

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