How About That? (Completed)

Prince Charming?

I sat on my bed - which was by my window - watching the wind blow softly outside. My breath fogged up the glass slightly as I leaned closer to the window, so I had to wipe it away to get a clearer view. It always facinated me: the way the trees moved and swayed in the wind; how the leaves danced and fluttered gently as they tumbled on the ground, making the stone all shades of browns, reds and greens. A pretty little bird fluttered quickly by my window. The colours of it's feathers were amazing and bright, which was nothing unusual here I guess, I mean normal people wouln't care... but then again I'm not really normal, and I can honestly say I have happily never claimed to be. The bird was a bright violet colour with redish-pink rings around its neck, tail and wings. It was absolutely stunning! I tapped on the window trying to get it's attention. It didn't hear me, but I watched as more of its kind came to join it, sitting looking for seeds and berries on the ground.

You see, the creatures and animals are so different here because I live in the Seelie Court. It is a kingdom unknown to mankind, but it is a home for many faeries. Faeries in case you didn't know are magical and mystical beings like: trolls and goblins, pixies and mermaids and the list goes on and on. I am one of them, more specifically I am an elf, but not any elf that is, I am the sister of the famous Puck Goodfellow. You know who he is, from Shakespeare? That is not his real name of course, because you never let anybody know your real name in this realm, or else they will have total control over you for eternity; and that's a long time, considering we live as long as our stories are remembered and retold. (So thanks for reading my story) And so I go by the name Kathrine Goodfellow, Pure-Blood elf of the Seelie court.

I got up carefully so as not to damage my dress and moved from the window, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darker room in contrast to the brightness of the world outside. When I turned around Puck was standing there, wearing his usual cocky smirk as he leaned against the wall. His stealthy entrance made me jump a little, but I didn't show it so as not to boost his already inflated ego. I wondered what mischief he had done now, but I didn't bother asking because I knew he would tell me soon enough. I could see it on his face, he was predictable that way. I looked up at him and could see how we looked alike: Fiery red hair; big and round, ice blue eyes and freckles sprinkled over the bridges of our noses. But that's as far as the similarities between us went. I sighed, looking at the ground marvelling at how much we both looked like our parents. Puck started telling me about what he had done that time, but I tuned him out. Honestly! I was not in the mood to hear about his shenanigans. I looked into the mirror and saw almost a reflection of my mother staring back me; heart shaped face with soft features. Puck looked more like my father in ways, with his square jawline and firm set to his mouth. Ironically neither of our parents had this bright hair colour and that is what differentiated us from them. My mother had bright pink pin straight hair and my father had wavey red hair, somehow that combination created Puck and my fiery orange locks. I had only seen my parents in the one and only photo I had of them. It was old and worn, with how much I had touched and held it, it was my treasure... one of my most prized possessions. They died, or went missing... or I actually was never told the complete story even though I asked numerous times. What I did know is that they were no longer there shortly after my second year of being alive. Straight after this incident the young Puck and I moved into the palace, under the kings protection. That's a mystery for another time I thought to myself, one day I would find out the details and the truth of their disappearance. Putting this put of my mind and turning back to Puck, I tuned back in to listened to what was left of his story.

"And so I ran, well flew here," he finished off with another bizzarre, tall tale. True tale, but tall. (What an oxymoron, I know.) "Before she could turn me into some weird or wonderful creature." Some elves had unique powers in addition to the magical powers we already had. Puck was so lucky to have the power of shape-shifting, it got him out of so much trouble. He needed a way to escape with his mischievous personality.