Philip:
Lauren kept getting sicker. Nothing worked on her. We didn't have much, except for our endless love for each other. I couldn't offer her anything, we barely had any food in the cupboard. I took her to any doctor who had pity on the poor, but they couldn't find anything wrong with her. I should've guessed Lauren had more then an infatuation with folklore and old myths. She was a creature from one of them. A creature is the wrong word to use, I would never call my darling wife a something related to a monster. She is not human, a mythical being, known only as a selkie. From the first day I met her there was something magical about her. Her face was as beautiful as the ocean on a calm day, and her long, thick hair swirled around her waist, almost as if it had a mind of its own. When I had fallen in love with her and confessed, confusion turned to anger on her face, and her eyes became as stormy as the sea on a rough day. "We can not marry Philip!, my kind would never approve, your life would be in danger, as would mine, living out here in the open" she'd turned her pretty head and fled. Three days later she changed her mind and we were married in the pretty little church by the stony little beach in the southeast. She insisted on bringing none of her belongings except for her beloved fairy tales. Those damned books! They brought us nothing but misery. She would sit by the fire late at night, and not go to sleep until she finished all of them. Sometimes Lauren could act like a child. "No!" she would stubbornly protest, "this information is relevant". I could never say no to my beloved wife, and still can't.
Lauren confessed more to me today. "It bit me" she told me, showing me a red inflamed mark on her neck. "What?" I asked her, confused. If this was a insect or animal bite, it could be easily healed, and we were looking in the wrong direction. She walked over to the pile of books next to the fire and violently pulled the one from the bottom, not caring if all the others on top fell over. "This!" she snarled, pointing a shaking finger towards a small creature with wings and pointy teeth. It all made sense. Whenever Lauren would come to a page about faeries, she would skip it and shiver. "The Westbury Faery.." I read out, "surely my love you are mistaken? these creatures only exist in books such as these". Lauren snarled once more, putting a bookmark in the place she had shown me, "I saw the little nuisance in my mirror when I was combing my hair a couple of days ago, Faeries and selkies are natural enemies, and but this one... well she has a reason to hate me". I looked down at the little creature with glittery gray eyes and a cheeky grin, with dimples. It looked harmless. "How do we heal you?" I asked, ready to do anything for her.
"Are you sure I need to do this?" I asked Lauren. "Yessss" she purred, "I know you can do it". I felt a warming reassurance go down my spine. "Alright" I agreed. Putting my black beanie on my head and wrapping my gray scarf around my face. It had been two weeks after Lauren had revealed her true identity to me, and yet my faith in her was stronger then ever. I walked down the cold, misty street, it was a gloomy day. Lauren was slowly dying. Her beautiful glowing skin had lost most of it's shine and her hair was turning lighter as the days went on. Yesterday I had caught her throwing up into the sink. "I'm fine" she had reassured me, "all you need to worry about it how you are going to get the medicine". The medicine. I walked around the back of the herbs and healing potions shop, trying to stay unnoticed. I noticed one of the brother's who ran the shop, walking out to meet me. "Good morning Mr Ripton, I have the medicine you required" Kyle Moran placed the bottle he was holding into my hands. I smiled warmly. Mr Moran put his hand out, palm upwards, waiting for me to give him the money. "I'm sorry Mr Moran, I have no money to pay for this, I promise to pay you in the future..." I tried to tell him. "WHAT? I MADE THIS STRANGE WITCH'S POTION FOR YOU AND YOU REFUSE TO PAY ME!" Mr Moran's voice went up, in a strained tone. "I'm sorry it's for my wife, she's dying..." I begged him. "NO! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR WIFE, IF YOU CAN'T PAY FOR IT, GIVE IT BACK!" Mr Moran lunged for the bottle. I hit him in the head. He crumpled to the floor. Shocked, I looked towards him and then back at the little bottle in my hands. But before I could react further, Mr Moran's brother Riley came to see what all the racket was about. "Kyle?" he asked staring at the body on the ground and then at me. I fled. Yes, I fled like a coward, helplessly, my number one priority was saving my wife's life.
