The Ballet Comp

Chapter 1

Hazel POV

I was nervous for more than one reason. Sure, most people thought, and rightfully so, that it was just nerves for the dance I was about to perform, and it was true. This was my first solo, and my first ballet competition. Still the other part of my nerves was the fact that my sister promised she would come and see me, and she was quite unreliable. Sure, it was understandable, her living in another world and all, but still. What I would give for her to see me............

Rellah POV 

Maplelake Community  Centre. Time to make up for all the time we have lost, little sister.

Hazel POV

“Competitor number two”. My que. I took up my position and started. I made sure I was completely focussed on the dance. Run lightly. Preirorette. Hands, Ashlee, hands! Right, to the centre, and relax. My first solo, over. I looked into the crowd, and heard and saw my mum cheering for me. But it was not her face I was looking for. I realised I didn’t know what to who to look for. One of my sisters many talents. Still, the chances of her being noticed are slim to none, and that’s just the way she would want it. Deception is one of the fey’s many skills. 

Rellah POV

Sitting in the little alcove I had found, I studied and assessed the skill of my little sister. Her skill did not surprize me. Surely, there was a little fey blood in her, as no one but us has that kind of grace. The looks on the faces of the crowd proved to me it was not something humans saw every day. I continued to watch, and I realised that the rest of the competitors had no chance. Finally, they end arrived, and my sisters moment had come. I waited with bated breath form my sisters number to be called. But then the humans managed something that had not happened to me in a long time. They surprised me. 

Hazel POV

What had I done wrong? Six months, down the drain in four minutes. After the accidental comment on Instagram, and the harsh treatment I received, I was desperate to beat Georgia in this, not to prove I was better, but to prove to myself that her comments were false. Now it appeared they were true. I was worthless and a freak. I did all I could to keep my face schooled in a happy mask. All I hope is that my sister didn’t see. Georgia I can live with, but seeing disappointment on my sister’s face might just destroy me.

Rellah POV

My sister’s number was called, first. My eyes widened and a small, inhuman growl escaped my lips. An honourable mention. I stared unashamed at the judges. Who did they think they were? Were they blind? In my anger, I slipped to the ground, un-noticed amidst everyone’s clapping, and walked up to the judge’s panel. I used my power to change into a replica of the eighth girl, Lily’s, mother. My voice barely controlled, I rose to my full height and looked them right in the eyes. I allowed my power to slip through; a power that only emerged when we were angry. “Hello, I am Lily’s mother, number eight? I have come to report my concern that number two, Ashlee, performed far better than any other girls here, and as much as I regret to say, my Lily, yet did not get the appropriate placing.  I am not one to ignore real talent, as you have. Please, reconsider, as the loss of one of the most presdigest dance schools in your competition may not do well for you, hmm?” As I stared into their disbelieving and spluttering faces as they came to terms with my threat, I left.

Hazel POV

As I walked up to receive my medal, my first place medal, I found my expression slipping into one of ecstasy. But what had changed? They claimed they read out the numbers wrong, but there was no hesitation when the read out my name the first time. I don’t know what to believe.

Rellah POV

My note delivered I slipped out the window, danced across the grass and ran to the nearest door and opened it to see the lands where I belonged. My home.

Hazel POV

As the ceremony ended, I opened up the case with care, and pulled the medal out. As I wrapped my fingers around the back of the medal, I felt paper. As my curiosity spiked, I unfolded the paper, read the note.

H

Meet me in the place where a door is there, but I alone am capable of opening it.

Midnight.

R

I again was not sure what to believe. I would see I guess.