Pixie Kissed

Chapter One

The sky was a deep gray with large, billowing clouds hanging in the air.

Lanore could feel the rain coming; her skin tingled with anticipation at the thought of clean, wet drops falling from the sky.

As her parents talked quietly in the front seats, Lanore tried to recall what Singing Creek was like. She remembered a blue house with lilies in the front…and a large oak tree at the back. She used to sit by the creek and write in her journal, but that was about all she could recall.

Since the night she left, the memories seemed to fade.

“Oh, look, sweetie! There’s the town hall.” He mother said happily.

Lanore looked up and saw a large white building with gold trimming on it. Large green bushes grew neatly around it, purple flowers peaking out from between the fat, green leaves. In front of it all sat a large statue of the boy with wings. Its gold paint was worn and fading from the rain and winds, but it still seemed to gleam. The boy wore long robes and held a flower orb in one hand and a scepter in the other.

There was a large golden plaque with elegant script written on it. Even though it was nicely painted, Lanore could still smell the iron from it.

She shivered and looked away from the statue. The very thought of anything iron made her skin burn…

“That’s the pixie king. Remember the stories, sweetie?”

“I think so.” Lanore replied.

In truth, the memories were faded.

She could see herself in a blue dress with glittery wings. She was on a stage and reciting some sort of poem…but that was where it ended.

Little by little, her memories were disappearing and being replaced by golden lips and tall, green trees. It was a part of the curse.

Her humanity was fading and being replaced by something she couldn’t explain. Her parents remained unaware of this and instead thought that the cause was the man that had attacked her in her room many moons ago.

Leaving the forest had helped, but one cannot control a curse. Especially one as powerful as a pixie kiss.

Lanore raised and hand to her lips and let her fingers touch them carefully. They felt normal. They felt human. But she knew that one day, they would become gold. Her teeth would turn sharp and her skin would glitter.

Wings would emerge and all of her human self would be lost, banished to the back of her now pixie soul. 

Lanore tried to forget these things as the drove through the quiet town. People walked around, laughing and talking with one another. A few would stop and watch the car drive by and some even pointed.

“I guess it’s still a small town.” Her father said.

“Oh, don’t judge, Richard. Remember how we used top act when we got new comers? The entire town would be all abuzz.”

As her parents laughed and discussed the past life that they’d once had here, Lanore stared out the window. As they passed through the streets, the large buildings and stores soon turned into houses. In many shades of blue and green, small and large houses stood in neat little rows. Flower gardens were neat, all with white flowers. Tulips, roses, and lilies. Children played on the manicured lawns while babysitters or their parents watched over them carefully.

It struck Lanore how the entire town looked nearly identical to each other. It was almost creepy.

Soon, the smooth pavement turned into gravel and a house came into view.

“Oh, honey, there it is!”

Lanore watched as the house grew bigger until finally, she was staring at a large house with worn blue paint and a tall, wild lawn. Trees surrounded it, creating a shadow over the property.

“We’re home.” Richard said.