The Magic of a Pixie Scar

Chapter 1

Pixies.

Funny little creatures that merge with all living things; breathing rays of magic into the world.

Small in size, but tricksters they be- at least when they feel up to it.

Elegantly gentle with a sharp touch.

Friends or foes, Pixies or Fairies. All is no mystery. These are not quite myths, but creatures that are as real as you and I- they are as clear as day.

But do not linger your sight at the sun glow, when looking at their eyes; a dense heat is born in their irises. Their translucent skin glitter and will glisten under full moon light.

A saying said on this Island: If you build up their trust they will give their identity but losing that trust you'll know true loneliness.

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An island far to the upper west, hot in weather, inhabited tropical jungles where trees stretch up and touch the pits of the sky both night and day.

Here festivals occurred monthly- fairy festivals too. But like most villages, they are ruled by very rich and powerful people- on this particular island the richest man lives in the best house, eats the best fruits, drinks the best wine and owns the best people. He goes by the name Lord Makaio.

His slick black hair and dark eyes doesn't always give off the best impression but he isn't incapable of love- he loves and lives for his young daughter Miss Dori Makaio whose vibrant curly hair resembles the golden sun that shines over the land.
Living without a mother and being raised on wealth all her 9 years has made her spoilt and demanding.

She wasn't all bad, she loved her 21 year old maid Akina Lorenzo, who was taken in as a young child and has lived out her days as a maid and in some lights a mother figure to Miss Dori.

Akina was sun tanned, and had long dark hair which she often tied back. She never- not once let working in a palace for the rich change her ambition or her way of thinking. She'd visit the village most days if she was released from duty by Lord Makaio and take long walks through the forest on the way back.

Deep in her mind and dreams she'd find herself journeying into the jungle to visit the water hole- her very last memory of her child hood, the very place, she believed, was the last she saw of her birth mother...

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Akina woke up at the same time as the sun-bird. She rubbed her eyes before sliding off her silky hammock, taking her blanket with her.

She tossed the lilac coloured sheet into the air, caught it and fanned it out a few times before folding it and placing it in her spacious bottom drawer.

After putting her folded blanket into the draw she pushed with all her might to shut it- the sliders of the drawer were long past worn out and made it almost impossible for the draw to open and close.

Akina bared her teeth pushing hard as she steadied both her feet flat on the stone floor, so she wouldn't slip. Suddenly the draw slid shut taking her by surprise, she bumped hard against the wooden drawer causing it to wobble in disturbance.

"OW!" she muttered, rubbing her hurt shoulder before examining it tenderly. She rolled her honey brown eyes in relief finding it hadn't left a scar, the last thing she needed was a loud lecture from Lord Makaio on the importance of appearance. This included no visible scars! Which couldn't be helped considering how clumsy she was as a child.

Sitting on her desk was a small container of natural lip balm that she had been presented from a lovely man at the village's bee farm. Don't forget the importance of appearance my girl- her boss forever reminded her, mentally also. She smiled and applied the sweet smelling lip balm to her lips. How amazing was it that bees did more things than craft honey!