Skeleton You Are My Friend

Not as Strong as The Rest

AUTHORS NOTE: So this was originally a short story for my creative writing college class. It was liked a lot, so I decided to post it up. If this gets plenty of people who comment or just like this, then I'll probably turn it into a full story.

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In this realm full of monsters, demons, and all sort of mythical creatures that are considered evil, magic is everything. If you have no magic, you might as well be dead. Even knowing at least one or two small spells is better than nothing. It's enough to get you a job and to be able to live happily. Here the strongest magic users are skeletons, and there were hardly any that were alive. Demons on the other hand are very common, and weak. There is one demon who was in control of this whole realm, and they are the absolute strongest of all in this world. Every fifty years a new one is born. This story isn't about a demon though, it's about me.

My name is Jallen, and ever since I could remember I wanted to be able to turn into a human. I wanted to visit the human realm to learn and study them, but my dreams were smashed when I started school. Remember how I said skeletons are the most powerful? Well not me. For some reason I never had any powers. Unlike most monsters and demons, I could learn every single category. I got a choice on what I wanted to learn. Others had specific classes they had to take which was assigned to them by their monster and strength, after of course taking the basics of magic.

I passed the basics with flying colors as most skeletons do, since powers were still growing we just did things from memory and did essays. Once I could finally decide a class I got so excited. I remember not being able to stop talking about it, reality hit me hard that first day of class. It was simple things, something a baby could do, and I failed. I couldn't do one simple, tiny spell. My bones sizzled and cracked before tumbling to the floor, the class bursting out in laughter as the teacher called a nurse in. My heap of bones was piled together and I was taken to the office to be placed back together. They said I was just falling behind, that my powers would come hard and strong. I would be able to do simple things like this, I was just a late bloomer, it happened. God how I wished that was true.

After years and years of trying, waiting for my powers to arrive, I ended up flunking every class that I could take. My parents had so many tests done on me to see what was wrong. I didn't have any abilities. That was it. After learning about how weak and useless I was as an heir, they got rid of me. They gave me some money to start a new life, then threw me out. I was utterly alone, and on my fifteenth birthday none the less.

That was just a few hours ago, since then I have been wandering around, trying to find somewhere to stay. I have no family left to go with and I never made friends. Sniffles and sobs left from between my teeth as I pull my knees to my chest, sitting on the cliff of a park that was nearby. I know that no place would take me in since I was so young and I didn't have enough money for even one hotel room. My parents expect me to be able to know how to do everything, which is why I'm on the streets now. I look up to the night sky, watching the shimmering starts and blood red moon. I just need something, something small. That is all I will ask for. I will never ask for anything else if I just get a small bit of something to help me start off a new life.

Just like that it my hopes were answered with footsteps behind me and a thick, deep voice breaking me from my thoughts, "Are you lost?" He asks in a gentle enough voice.

None the less I jump, quickly turning to look at the demon behind me. Demons are the rudest to me, because I'm supposed to be the strongest but instead they loom over me. I couldn't help but wipe the tears away from my cheeks bones, giving a small sniffle once again. Am I really getting a new chance? Is my world starting to turn for the better for me? I shake my head to try and get rid of the ridiculous thought as I look back to the grassy floor, my arms wrapped protectively around my legs.

The male hums softly and sits next to me. I notice he has some tattoos and piercings, but he doesn't look much older than me. Maybe three years at most. I look as if I am still twelve, but with skeletons it's always hard to tell age.

"Why are you out so late?" Once again, his voice slices through the calming air in such a manner that it's comforting.

After some talking I start to feel a little more comfortable with this demon. He isn't like everyone else, he's actually nice. Something I've never really got to experience. I tell him why I'm here, what I'm doing, and how it happened. He gave me a look the whole time, one that seems like pity, but that isn't the only look. It's sorrow. A look of him understanding my situation.

"Come stay with me. I hate living alone anyhow." He stands, brushing himself off, then holds his hand out for me.

I couldn't help but start to cry as I quickly stand, hiding against this demon's chest. I feel like I'm a little more acceptable. That it's okay that I'm broken and can't use my abilities. I go to his, and for the next three years I find myself living with him and learning more about him. We became inseparable, attached at the hip, and I found myself not being able to live without him.

Now I'm eighteen. It's my birthday, and the last two years have been good to me, this birthday I knew wasn't going to be any different. Devian loves to go all out for my birthday. That's the demons name. A name I fell in love with.

I'm woken to a wonderful smell accumulating in the kitchen, making me rise to my feet and drag myself out to the dining room. Where we live is a small apartment above his shop that was a tattoo shop, which oddly enough was also a tea room. Devian is very strange, I learned that very quickly but it adds to his charms. After some good grub he comes out with a sweet big soft brown teddy bear and a framed picture. It's the first ever picture we took together, making me smile and trail my fingers over it softly. I take it into my hands and hug it to my chest, thanking him with a gentle sigh of content. He pulls out one littler box from behind his back, his smile growing from ear to pointed ear.

Once it's open my eyes go wide, taking the gold and silver charm into my hand. It's a necklace, and I know very well by the engravement on it what it was for. It boosts power, but only if someone with higher magic enchants it. Devian moves behind me and locks it around my neck, giving the top of my head a soft kiss. It glows and makes my body shake a bit, then it calms, like after a storm.

"Try something." He spoke softly and rubs at my shoulder blades a bit.

I'm scared. Scared that it won't work and I'll be stuck as a skeleton with no powers. I couldn't help but do the first thing that came to my mind. Human, I want a human form. With another glow what I want, had happened. I have a human form.

"Take me to the human realm?" I mutter and look to him, his features full of wonder and happiness.

I'm getting my wish. Human world here I come.