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- little drabble -

This doesn't relate to any fandom, just Incase you get confused. It's just a little Drabble that I wanted some feedback on!

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"See dear, monsters aren't at all different from angels," Mama said, her voice like that of an ancient song's. She picked out a mushroom and softly set it in her woven basket.

"What do you mean, mama?" I asked curiously as I set down a pinecone in the woven basket she gifted me. I was always told that monsters are terrible and never worth my time. I was told this stuff at church, school, and at the dinner table by my father.

"A monster is just a soul in which humanity can't handle, and so they call it a monster and exile it from society," She answered simply, setting another mushroom in her basket. She spoke with such ease and calmness it was breathtaking.

"Papa wouldn't agree with that," I said plainly, adding one more pinecone to the basket.

Mama laughed.

"Your father barely knows anything about this world. Well, he knows the basics, just not the beyond," She answered softly.

There it was. The beyond.

This mystical world mama was so fascinated with. She based her life off of it, and the ingredients we were gathering then were going to be part of a spell. Mama was what is called a Modern Witch, someone who's at peace with the world.

But she took it all a step further, actually a mile further would be a better term.

She believed in the creatures of fairytales. Witches, mermaids, dryads, elves, werewolves, vampires, and so many more. And, as every parent would, she shared those beliefs with me.

But not like a normal parent would, no. She didn't force beliefs onto me like people did with Christianity or religions of the sort, oh god no.

She simply spoke to me and told me lessons of the world. She spoke of how at night if I'm ever afraid to simply remember that I'm made of stardust, which means that I'm truly apart of the universe, small or large I contribute.

She spoke to me of the times that mermaid's songs danced in her head, siren's curses pierced her ears, and demon's flames lit her way.

Yes, a demon showed her the way.

And the angel tried to destroy it.

The only way she reasoned that experience was by using the term 'even salt looks like sugar'. She meant that Angels, while beautiful and sometimes trust worthy, are monsters all their own.

"Why doesn't he?" I asked.

"His mind is too closed off," Mama replied, moving on to remove some weeds from the earth.

"Ah."

Back then, I had no idea how much her small lessons would effect me, and truth be told, I still don't. I only know of the beyond, and how my mother got in touch with it.

Magical, isn't it?