My Little Faerie Girl

A Fiery Reality

The next morning, Anabella wakes up still with the voices of those from her dream in her head. One screams to her, help me please,while another one yells in a voice that sounds as if they have given up completely. Others ask in a horrified voice what they have done to deserve being burned like this by her, and even more say nothing at all, still and un-moving on the ground as the flames consume their fallen bodies.

Anabella tries to push the voices out of her head and repeats to herself the things that her father had told her the night before. That slowly begins to calm her down and when the voices all merge together to form only one slight roar she begins to sing a song in her head to be louder than them.

She goes about her morning routine with a smile on her face, refusing to let her dreams rule over her, and gets ready to spend a day outside in the summer sun with one of her friends.

As Anabella leaves her home in the trunk of a tree and waves goodbye to her parents at the door, she begins to walk towards her friend's house, just across the glen.

On her way, she can feel the sun pouring down on her and can hear the rustle of leaves in the wind, and she sees one lone white flower fall from one of the highest trees and float to the ground, stopping only at the tips of her feet.

The little ten-year old bent down to pick up the white flower, she held her palm out and willed the wind to take it in its arms and bring it to someone who would think it beautiful and that would smile simply by looking at it.

After sending the white flower on its way she continued on her way, humming a song in her head and skipping her way through the trees. As she neared her friend's house, the little cottage type building close in the distance, the voices in her head got louder and started to overpower her song. They separated again into different voices, no longer just a dull roar in the back of her mind but screams and pleas and shouts of agony. The voices were getting too much for the girl to handle so she fell to the dry dirt below her feet, hands clutching at her head and tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Some other faeries, around Anabella's age were outside flying through the air when they noticed Anabella on her knees in the dirt. As they noticed her they flew down to the ground and began taunting her, saying mean things that had more meaning to them than they did when she was only four-years old. The other ten-year-olds were relentless with their insults, hitting exactly where they knew it would hurt her most – her parents. Still, Anabella tried to smile through the pain and repeat to them what her dad always told her, but with each sentence said about her and her parents the voices in her head got stronger and she could begin to smell smoke and suddenly she was thrown back into the nightmare, her smile quickly slipping from her lips.

The harsh words were not stopping but they were being drowned out by the screams in her head and she lost the will to sing louder as the smell of smoke became so prevalent. Abruptly, the dark blue-eyed faerie was brought from her nightmare when a scream sounded, unlike the other ones in her head. Anabella opened her eyes, not knowing when she closed them and looked towards the faeries that were attacking her with words, but she cannot see them. Something stands in her way and it terrifies her. In her way of seeing the others, is a wall of raging fire; stemming from the ground, charring it, burning it, destroying it is a wall of flames. Anabella stays on her knees, transfixed, not knowing what to do or where the fire came from.

She begins to hear the screams of others as the fire begins to move closer to trees, homes with other beings in them; towards families of pixies, elves, nymphs and so many others. The smell of smoke becomes overwhelming as the fire rages on and kills more living things that are within its reach with its burning arms.