Sidney David
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Amethyst's calling
My body hugs the stinging branch beneath me. It was still slightly damp from the tears shed here earlier but the giddy morning sun was beginning to erase the pain. I vaguely remember how it sounded, the screeching high tones so perfectly in sync so that the humans couldn’t hear. My ears were still ringing. I say vaguely because I never joined in on the crying ceremonies. I hated the way the rain fell from the sky as we wept, it burned my skin and left us all feeling miserable for weeks. Instead, I ran far away to the corner of the forest, fast enough so that no one could trace my fairy dust that dragged behind and I hugged my knees and clasped my ears, desperate for it to be over. It pained me that we had to do this. We had to help a specie so fickle minded and weak. One that had no regard for their planet and instead remained greedy and prideful. They burned down trees and ate their cow friends who they’ve trained to become lazy and subservient. Yet, even in all my hatred, I loved being a fairy. My body doesn’t age, instead it just reaches what we call ‘perfect youth’. I reached that stage only fifty years ago, making me one of the youngest in our community. Some fairies believe it’s similar to what the humans call ‘twenty-five’, yet, much more beautiful. Our skin remains supple whereas theirs begins to crinkle and frown. They begin to feel worn down and heavy, but we have the luxury of feeling eternally light thanks to our wings.
By Sidney David2 years ago in Fiction