Serenity

01 Sugar Canes & Guitar Picks

SERENITY

5 years later...

"Ugh! Where is it?!" I shouted.

I flew around my room, ruffling through everything I owned trying to find one pesky little object. See, this is why I can't own any small things. I always lose them!

I transformed into my tiny butterfly formed and continued zooming through every corner of my room. The colors around me became more vivid than what most people find normal. Well, it was my kind of normal when I became a full fledged butterfly. They see things a lot more colorfully than regular fae.

A firm knock sounded at my door before it was opened by none other than my birth giver.

"Serenity darling, I've got some sugar canes and," mother paused. "What are you doing?"

I popped back into my fae form while still searching frantically.

"I'm looking for something," I replied flying over to my trunk.

"What's that something?"

"Something tiny, I think it's called a guitar pick."

"A guitar pick?" Mother looked puzzled. "Why would you be looking for a guitar pick?"

"I don't know, I found it yesterday down at the meadow and am going to return it. The only thing is, I already lost it," I groaned.

"I see," Mother told. "Serenity-"

"Now's really not a good time mother," I kept throwing stuff out of my trunk.

"Serenity-"

"Why do small things exist? I mean they're so inconvenient when you're actually trying to find them!"

"Seren-"

"Can't we just summon like a gnome or something? I hear they're good at finding small objects and-"

"Serenity!" Mother shouted.

I shut my trunk and turned to give her my attention. She cleared her throat, pointing at my pillow.

"What about my pillow?" I asked.

"Check underneath."

I raised an eyebrow as I lifted white sack filled with cotton fluff. Sure enough, there was the tiny black painted guitar pick with a skull on it just lying there.

"Oh," I grabbed it feeling foolish. "I totally knew where it was..."

"I'm sure you did," Mother said unconvinced as she scanned my now messy room. She took a look at the skull on the tiny pick and grimaced. "What an odd picture."

My eyes widened and I immediately changed the subject.

"So, mother," I put my arm around her. "Can I go to cotton forest today?"

"I don't understand your appeal with that desolate forest," Mother shook her head. "It's just fluff."

"And fluff is fun and soft and most of all, fluffy!"

"Can't argue with that logic," she chuckled.

"So can I go?"

"Yes," Mother told and I clapped my hands. "But."

"Ugh, why do you always have to ruin things with your buts," I groaned. "Why does everything have to have a catch?"

"Because that's just the way things are. Remember, all magic and things comes-"