Fairytale

New York

My ears pop from the pressure, and my eyes feel like they will be ripped out of my head. The churning motion in my stomach tells me that I will have portal sickness when I'm out. My brain is clear and my eyes and mouth are shut, but the burning feeling on the inside of my body makes me feel exposed and open. My lower body feels numb while everything above my waist is excruciatingly evident, meaning the landing, or more falling, will come soon.

I feel it when it happens and my body reacts. I know exactly what will happen, and I land with a graceful drop onto a soft green patch of grass. Scanning my surroundings, I see that I am in a park with trees, benches, sidewalks, and people scattered everywhere.  Laying facedown to my right is Mason, and in front of me, there is a pile of leaves.... breathing.  You guessed it, it's Olive.  My stomach leaps in an effort to rid itself of all portal sickness, making it more painful. 

Walking forward, I speak towards the leaf pile, "How in Trove do you manage to sleep in such akward places?" (Trove is the kingdom of the faeries.)  Mason suddenly stands up and pats himself down, dusting off the leaves and dirt he collected from the fall.  Olive springs forth from her previous resting place and bounces on the ground.

"I get a sudden captivating feeling that I must sleep, and I always fall down where I am.  I don't know how I end up perfectly being hidden and sheltered everytime.  I guess I'm just awesome."  Combing her fingers through her perfect red hair, she speaks again, "I am going to dye my hair purple."  Mason portrays a confused look so I just shrug.  I don't ever understand her brain.  Her thought process is much more complex than a regular person's. 

"So, this is Central Park and the apartment you will be staying in overlooks this exact spot." He says this pointing in front of me towards my left.  Both Olive and I turn in that direction seeing a tall building towering above the treetops with tinted glass windows and elevators that stick out at the sides.  "Shall we get you ladies settled in then?  According to your mother Sylvia, your luggage is already there and waiting for you to move in with it."

We head off towards the large building, trying not to pay heed to the stares from people looking at my strange clothes.  I had given up my belt and placed it in my suitcase, but my gear is still on.  The clothes Olive is wearing are totally chic with a light cotton grey dress, denim jacket, and grey beanie.  The only item from her gear she has on is her black gear boots which are pretty much regular combat boots with buckles all over.  I had forgotten to keep clothes from my last visit to mankind, considering the clothes we wear in Trove are much different and more mideval. 

When we walk into the apartment building and to the front desk to receive our keys, we are unkindly greeted by a stout faced woman with a scowl plastered on her face.  "What may I help you with?" Even her voice is unpleasant and rude.

"We are moving into apartment 527 and we need two sets of room keys please."  The lady behind the counter pulls open a drawer, producing two room keys.

"Names and identification."  Showing her our ID from every time we journey here, she checks it out on her computer and hands us the cards and the keys.  She pushes two sheets of paper along the counter towards us.  "Both signature and print for both of you.  No rowdy business up there or I will be enforced to remove you from the building."  She purses her lips on a set fashion as we hand back the now signed papers.

Turning around towards the hallway where we find the elevator, Olive speaks, "That was interesting."  We all silently agree and continue to head for our new apartment room on the top floor in the penthouse suites.  Mason and Olive flank me on both sides like the bun to a baloney sandwich, and I'm the baloney.  Pressing the button for the 10th and top floor on the elevator, we wait in akward silence, the only noise coming from the bad quality speakers softly streaming out unsettling elevator music.