The sun rose in the sky and I looked upon the day to see that it was a saturday, thank christ. As it came to a reasonable hour of the morning, I hastily scribbled down a note for Lewis before I left to go to the town centre. All I wanted was to get out of the house, just for a short amount of time. Just to be able to push the thoughts and nightmares aside, even if it was only for a while.
I grabbed a long, green and white tie-dye dress from my closet and changed, threw on a coat and left the house. As I stepped through the door, I expected to feel the cold hit my skin but instead, the world seemed to be of an average temperature to me.
I couldn’t feel the icy breath of the upcoming winter touch my face.
Has the world suddenly decided that its going to be summer now or something… I thought as I glanced up at the end of autumn sky and sighed. It would be good if it were summer time at all in England, nevermind summer when it should be winter.
Without thinking, I automatically looked to my feet, almost expecting there to be a circle of ice forming around them as I closed the door but there was nothing. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as they formed into a comforted smile. I stood there for another few minutes, just to be certain that nothing was going to happen before I continued on my journey into town.
After the nightmare I had the night before, I wasn’t exactly willing to take the bus either and so I decided to walk into town. A good forty minutes passed as I walked, listening to music through my headphones. As I grew closer to town, a sign that had been placed outside of a corner shop, caught my attention.
“No Fae allowed!” The sign read, with the typical red circle with a line through it over the word Fae.
What the hell? People aren’t actually… before my thoughts could finish, I noticed an old man step out of the shop with the local newspaper sign, holding the latest headline.
“The Fae? Should we welcome them?” Read the headline.
What? My mind shouted as I stared at the headline.
“Got a problem lady?” Said a younger male as he stepped out of the shop.
“N-no,” I stuttered.
“You ain’t one of them, are you?” He continued as his beady brown eyes studied my body.
“No, completely human,” I muttered.
“Then why you looking so worried?”
“I just don’t agree with this. I thought we were in process of ridding discrimination from the world, not promoting it,”
“You’re one of those Fae bangers, ain’t you?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I don’t know a single Fae, and I certainly don’t know what a Fae banger is. Go back to school and improve your English please,” I replied as a young woman approached the shop and her gaze was met by the large sign. She sighed before she tapped the older gentleman on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, Jon. You’re not banning me from the shop just because of what I am, are you?” Asked the woman, her voice quivering with worry and fear, “I can’t afford to lose this job”
“I’m sorry Kat, no Fae allowed especially as employees,” replied the elderly male that appeared to go by the name of Jon.
“Jon, please,” the woman begged.
“Get the hell away from my shop!” replied Jon.
“You heard him, get gone!” Shouted the younger male. Kat’s beautiful hazel eyes began to well with tears as she turned and began to walk away from them, her head was low, clearly so that no one could see her crying. Without thinking, I began to follow her and once we had turned the corner and were out of sight, I ran to the woman.
“Hey!” I shouted and she turned around, her gaze meeting mine and in that moment, I could appreciate just how beautiful she was. Her skin a beautiful olive and her hair was long and wavy; the colour of a raven’s feathers.
“What do you want?” Kat asked.
“You shouldn’t let them treat you like that, just because you’re not human,”
“Yea, you’re one to talk,” replied Kat with a sarcastic smile.
“What the hell are you on about?”
“Stop pretending, you know,” replied Kat. She paused for a moment and studied my face before she spoke again, “you really don’t know do you?”
“That’s kind of what I’ve been trying to tell you,” I replied with a hint of cockiness and an undertone of sarcasm.
“Oh! Azazel is going to love this when I tell him!” She continued as though I hadn’t spoken, with humor clear in her voice.
“Yea, I think I kind of already met him. So he already knows. Now tell me what the hell you’re talking about,”
“If Azazel’s not willing to tell you then I would be a fool to go against his wishes,” replied Kat before she turned and began to walk away, “now if you’ll excuse me, I need to try and find a new job that’s accepting of Fae,”
In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, she had vanished just as Azazel had done that night in the park. It was almost as though the shadows cast by the large buildings, had consumed her.
Would someone just tell me what the hell is going on? Am I Fae or something? My thoughts paused for a moment, no, that’s impossible. Both of my parents are human. My families human. That must mean I’m human and I’m pretty damn sure that I wasn’t adopted.
I continued onwards into town, and the closer I gained to the centre, the more I became surrounded by signs claiming that each shop, and bar were all against having Fae as customers.
They’re fricking customers! Does it really matter what race they are? I wondered. Around me, I could hear abuse. Insults shouted by humans and directed at Fae.
“Get out of this town, its a human only town!” One girl shouted to a male, “And you’re not welcome here!”
“Hey panzy! You’re not allowed in there! Fae not allowed!” Shouted a male.
“Get out of my bar, you disgusting piece of crap!” Shouted a female, clearly a bartender. It was everywhere, surrounding me and getting louder. My body began to shake but not from the cold; it was because of the anger building inside of me. I snapped my jaw shut and clenched it tight in an attempt to containing my anger.
I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted them to stop.
And the more I wanted it to stop, the more I felt something grow inside of me, something couldn’t control and fear that I couldn’t contain it.
Riley, just calm down… calm thoughts… calm… I thought but it seemed little use as I felt whatever it was grow and the more it did, the stranger my body began to feel.
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Dragonfly
Fantasy"The governments of the world, they don’t want you to know my story, but I’m going to tell you anyway, that’s if you’re willing to listen. My name is Riley Jones and this is my story." Riley was an ordinary 21 year old girl, with a very promising f...
