The Diary of Joy

Joy

1. Peace, the year of the Phoenix

Dear Angel,

My name is Joy. It's nice to meet you. I am seven years old but mom and dad say that sometimes they think I am a wise old woman trapped in the body of a seven-year-old. Maybe that has to do with my unique nature. I am the first ever fairy-elf! Isn't that awesome?! Mom says that I am special. Different from anyone in the whole wide world! I am so happy when she says that and I can't help but spin around in crazy circles until I feel sick. Then mom usually tells me that I am just like her and I love hearing that.

My mom, Lyna, is the coolest fairy ever although some fairies are mean to her, to us. I don't understand why. We always try to be kind to everyone, and we love making new friends. My fairy family still doesn't like us and it makes me sad. But whenever I feel sad, I think about my elf family and my aunt Linky and I feel so happy that I start floating around without even using my wings.

My dad says that's because of 'the special fairy-elf brew' that runs through my veins. I have no idea what that means, but I feel it's a very good thing.

I have a sister named Mischief and trust me that name is perfect for her. She is always getting in trouble and sometimes she manages to make even dad angry which is not an easy thing to do.

Dad is usually so relaxed and doesn't seem to have a care in the world. While mom worries about us all the time, dad is always saying that we are his children and that means we would be just fine. But sometimes Mischief manages to do something that makes even dad turn red from anger. Usually, that happens when my sister does something very dangerous or stupid.

I think that he just worries about her. She is so energetic and curious that she gets in a lot of trouble, especially nowadays since she turned twelve and is even more curious than ever. The latest one was the gnome 'accident' as she called it.

She managed to get a hold of a bit of my fairy dust, while I slept, if I might add, and used it to make some kind of itchy powder. I didn't even know that something like that could be done with fairy dust, but I guess she would know. She was devouring the fairy lore books as if they were the most delicious candy ever.

As for me, I prefer the actual candy. I like to read as well, but not so much about the fairy lore and potions and things like that. For me, it's better to read about fairy knights and kingdoms they saved. Of course, most of those stories are not real. Still, there is one thing I love even more and that, and it is the story of mom and dad's life.

When we were little, and even now, mom and dad tell us stories every night and it is usually the best part of my day. Usually, mom would tell us stories about all the fun and cute things she and dad saw or did and it is so fun to listen to her, she is such an amazing storyteller.

What she doesn't know, and we never plan on telling her, is that dad's stories, when it's his turn, are not so meek. They are usually stories of all the dangers they went through and all the problems they have gone through. He is not as good a storyteller as a mom, but he makes up for it by acting out the scenes and making the appropriate noises.

Oh, sorry, sorry back to Mischief. She made the itchy powder and snuck up to an older gnome while he was focused on taking care of his garden. Then she quickly dusted him with the powder and ran away hiding behind a bush to see what would happen.

The gnome started jumping around scratching his beard with both of his hands while hopping around annoyed that he couldn't scratch the itch the way he needed. That was too much for my sister, so she started giggling and the gnome finally realized whose fault it was. "Mischief, your father will hear about this!" The gnome said as he hurried towards her.

He was planning on taking her by the hand and bringing her home, but she got scared. Although the gnome was twice smaller than she was, and although she knew he was dad's friend she still started running away scared. Maybe she wasn't even thinking. She was in trouble and wanted to run away. Instead of running away home she got the 'brilliant' idea of climbing up the nearby oak tree.

Only halfway up did she realize that she had made a big mistake. You see, she is afraid of heights. When she realized how high she was, she got scared and lost her grip on the tree. She started falling down, but luckily for her dad came by to ask the gnome if he had seen her and was in time to catch her with his magic before she fell down and hurt herself.

"Good timing, Van." The gnome said scratching at his beard furiously. The moment Van took note of the scratching gnome and his little girl trying to climb the tree, although she was scared of heights, he realized what was happening. When they came home, dad was furious. I think she scared him. Maybe he even thought she could have died. Even mom couldn't calm dad down, and she always could do that.

After a lot of yelling, and my sister's promise to be more careful, dad was able to relax and be back to his normal cheerful self. He even agreed to play rainbow war with me. I bet you are wondering what that is? It's a game in which we compete who would make more beautiful and colorful rainbows. I always win, of course.

They tell me I was good at making rainbow-fairy dust even when I was still just a baby. It's a fun game for me and my parents, but not all of my siblings like the game. My brother Chatterbox says that rainbows are for little girls, but I think anyone can enjoy a colorful rainbow.

My specialty is making red-blue-green rainbows with golden glitter. I love them! My brother Peace doesn't agree with his twin. He loves my rainbows! Even thought Chatterbox and Peace look similar to each other they act in completely different ways.

Although Peace is usually quiet, he so nice and supportive of me, I love him. Well, I love my whole family, even though Chatterbox and Mischief can sometimes be a bit too much when they decide to make trouble together.

Oh, mom's calling. I've got to go.

Love, Joy