Sasha.pollak
04-22-2012, 11:02 PM
“HIDE!” my mother exclaimed just as the door finally collapsed, with a loud THUMP, under my father’s fists. I ran in a frantic hurry for the stairs tripping on the first step and smashing my shin against the polished wood steps of the only home I can remember. The pain brings tears to my eyes and I bite down hard on my fist until I draw blood to avoid screaming. Despite the pain I bolt up the stairs as fast as I can, hobbling to my room I drop to my stomach and roll under my bed. My heart thuds in my ears drowning out everything else except my laboured breathing. Only to be pierced with yelling and a piercing cry. The heavy footfalls of someone running up the stairs can be heard, hardly audible over my racing heart beat. My mother bursts through the open door with my father in quick pursuit. I flinch not knowing what to do as I watch him grab her by the neck and throw her to the ground. Time seems to slow as I lock eyes with the eyes of my mother, shining with a vail of tears as my father brutally stabs her. The tender light from her eyes slowly ,fades.She looks at me straight in the eye and mouths, the last words she will ever conjure up,“I love you”was what she said.
I stared at her in horror as she lay still.I look up at my father, staring in disbelief at what he had done. The knife, now dripping with the blood of my mother, falls onto the carpeted floor into the pool of blood around my mother. He falls back against the wall with an inhuman moan, contorted with rage,pain and a strange sadness that envelopes the sound contorting it.
I hear him crying. I can’t move. I lie there not moving, no longer hearing. I can’t breathe, the wind is knocked out of me. I stare blankly into the unblinking eyes of my mother, all the warmth and love in them now replaced with an emptiness. My father stumbles out of the room still unaware of where I am. I reach out a trembling hand and touch the blood streaked face of my mother still warm from the life that filled her only moments ago. I flinch as I hear a bang then a THUD. I lay there resting my hand on my mothers, trembling as what happened sinks in.
+
My eyes flutter open, my shirt clinging to me, the air around me feels clammy. The same dream, the horrid rerun of it. I've only been here for a few days.The light now streams through the window onto the hardwood floor of my plain room.
Now I miss my old life. A care free, worriless life where my only problems used to be what I was going to wear for the day and the “end of my life” was when I couldn't get away from the one thing I would now long for. How selfish I seemed always yelling on and on about such trivial things when I should have been savouring every second we had like they would be my last, in which they would be in a way.
Now I lay here feeling numb, wanting nothing but my past. Mulling over all the things I could have, should have and would have done if I was to know what was to come. I desperately attempt to cling to the only thing I have left that hasn't changed, my memories. I submerge myself into what seems like a dream of days where the sun shone brighter and everyone seemed happy. I look back and remember all that I took for granted and cringe at my actions. The arrogance I had back when I thought everything would stay the same.
+A woman appears, interrupting my thoughts relieved for a distraction I glance up at his woman. Though a stranger she smiles kindly at me like an old acquaintance. She says in a soft tone seeing me awake. “Your therapist Dr.Stein is ready to see you.”
I get up without a word and stride past her with slumped shoulders. Feeling a bit guilty for ignoring her, I walk into a plush room that has the strong odour of leather and mahogany. Behind an official looking desk sits a stark woman who obviously was the therapist parrying over at me with invasive eyes from behind her glasses. She simply says with a broad cold smile.
“Take a seat”
…........................
I find these talks so stupid. They say,
“We provide our orphans the highest quality care including special personalized, one on one therapy sessions to help encourage the fastest and easiest metal recovery and adjustment.”
At this thought I snort, thinking about how these little therapy sessions do nothing but annoy me. I look up at the tall, plain white wooden fence that encloses the only place where I am even close to being alone.The tall planks of the fence casting pleasantly cool shadows upon my face.I slip off my shoes and sit on the grass, I turn to look at the building behind me and at the people watching me through its curtainless windows, ALWAYS watching me. It reminds of a jail. It has the whole package including the guards, the cells and even the bars. Well more metaphorically but still.I hear a door open behind me accompanied by a cheery tune being whistled. I don't even have to turn around to know its the one person this place I can tolerate. She doesn't have a care in the world even in this place. What I would do just to be able to think like her for one day.
She’s been here for over a month, amazing me how anyone could tolerate this place without going slightly insane is unimaginable. She plops down next to me wearing her usual ear to ear grin.
“No Hi? Or even a Hello?"
She says in the best hurt voice she could conjure up. Her freckled face scrunched in concentration to hold back a giggle. I roll my eyes at her as a smile makes its way onto my lips. I turn to look up at the fence again.
"This place reminds me of a prison. Why on earth are you so happy all the time?"
She looks at me with a confused look as if being happy can come naturally even after losing your parents.
"It really isn't all that bad you know. Try to think positive! See your cup as half full instead of half empty!"
"My cup is empty, I don't get what you’re even saying" I said in an exasperated tone. She sighs.
"Stop being so depressing at least you’re alive. If you think your cup is empty instead, why not go fill it up with something worthwhile instead of staring at it like an idiot!"
I stare at her. This is probably the first time I've seen her frustrated.
"But in my opinion you should pour half your cup of ego out!"
She gets up and storms right past me. I watch her go back inside only to receive an icy stare from our onlookers. I turn back around and look down blinking to hold in the tears threatening to spill. I fall back into the grass, shutting my eyes as the cool spring breeze caresses my face. A wave of sudden emotion fills me. Instantly remembering my mother softly cooing me to sleep when I was sick. Even such a small memory can make my insides twist. Suddenly everything seems amplified. The shutting of the door, the cars passing, the crickets chirping even my own breathing sounds like a gong straight between my ears. I cover my ears with my hands trying to block out the overload of input.
I'm engulfed in white noise. Everything is getting brighter and brighter until everything around me begins to melt, I jerk up violently to avoid the oozing substance the trees have now become. The +-+
fence begins to deteriorate to the same iridescent fluid revealing what used to be an open field now a sea swimming with strange colours and lights the surface constantly changing from almost a light to a pearly density seemed to travel beneath the water as if electricity was coursing through it. The earth beneath me began to change, it swirled and moved under me as if it was alive and no longer a solid yet I was still in the same place as before, as if I was floating on a cloud of dreams and thoughts. I peer down into the cloud and meet the eyes of my father. Clouded with rage yet lined with tears, the same eyes that killed my mother. Not even taking a second thought on the fact that I was staring at something impossible, I watched as they changed and melted into the kind eyes of my once loving father, changed with alcohol and drugs. The eyes of what I once had and longed for. They melted away and a light erupted in front of me, a cone of light rising from the ground piercing the sky marbled with pastel colours. From this light came a figure, tall and standing straight as an arrow his or her face covered with a cloak of a strange crystal substance that seemed to be made of diamond yet flowed like silk trailing through what used to be the backyard. I spin around and look back at what used to be the orphanage giving a cry out of surprise at the sight that stood before me.
A sea of the red rich substance I had never been to fond of, it was as sea of blood. Swirling and spinning with crashing waves that sent chills down my spine. My stomach seized up, my lips began to cry as I looked into the eyes of my mother as she bobbed to the surface with a happy yet sad eyes. I reach for her but a strange abnormally large hand rests on my shoulder stopping me. I spin around to stare into the face of the cloaked figure. Strangely it had not one face but a constantly changing one, my grandmother, Issy, my mother constantly morphing into people I know then into many I didn’t. I hear a whisper as if from my own mind.
“I am the keeper of time, the guardian of the dead, I am the sand man, I am not one but I am many.”
I stare into the eyes of the constantly changing face mesmerized by how it transitions into each face so quickly. I look back at my mother just as she slips beneath the surface. I run and and the earth beneath my feet softens to a strange substance causing me to sink in. I cry out in a desperate attempt to bring her back. The keeper does not stop me. I watch as from where my mother once was rises a horrific demon. With leathery wings and the face of a woman, she comes flying at me her talons outstretched reaching for me. I fall back expecting this to be the end. When the man appears in front of just as she began closing in, with a swish of his cloak she disappears.
"My mother what happened?"
"That was not your mother, that was one of Hades' furies. You may call me Sarvahna for now. I knew your mother quite well.”
He extends me his hand and though weary I grasp on glad for the help.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the land of the forgotten. All who reside here are the leftovers and fragments of everyone's fairy tales. We are the mythical people who are now seen as made up."
"We cannot be seen by anyone not even the gods themselves because of the Naisorla"
"The what?"
"If you give me a moment to finish all will be explained" He says in a calm voice. He gives off the impression that he could out wait anything. Patient from his long life.
"The Naisorla are the people once bountiful in this world." He continues. "They created this world to protect all those left behind from being abused and exploited by the greedy humans that roam the earth and the selfish gods that watch from around. Most died in the creation but the few left fled to live a life of concealment in the human realm. Many of the few bloodlines disappeared leaving only one. And that was yours Keita, you never knew but your mother always has. She never told you because she felt that having to bear such a heavy burden at the tender age of 15 was too much for you.”
"But Sarvahna why am I here now?" I say.
"It takes time for one to be able to adjust to this new power and I have sent for you. I am simply a conductor of knowledge, a teacher. I help see to it that you see what must be seen. I will send you where you must go but you must choose what to do next.With the gift of finally being able to see comes with a great burden to stay hidden." His voice slowly fading out.
Everything begins to spin around me in a blur of colours and sounds with my senses overloading. I box my ears to shut out the noise. When the spinning stops I open my eyes to be greeted with a strange voltage running through my skin. I stand there with nothing but a wispy white dress blowing in the breeze. I stand still and stare off into what is now a jungle, the sun in the amazon beats down on me bringing beads of sweat to appear on my forehand, I wipe them away and turn to stare into a mirror. The mirror stands tall at least twice the size of myself and 5 times my width. It rises above me, glistening in the sun embedded in the trunk of an ancient tree, that has grown around it. "Hidden" that's was probably what the people who put it here hoped it to be. It was put there to never be found. Why would Sarvahna send me to see something that was never meant to be known? I step forward with my foot noiselessly landing in a small carpet of moss. I reach out and let my fingertips brush the icy metal in contrast to the extreme heat. I felt as if the mirror had shocked me like an electric eel. This electric sensation caused me to jolt away from this strange ancient thing. I stare in awe at this grand thing and hear a soft whisper coming from the frost I look but see nothing. I hear it again not being able to make out the words. I look around and see nothing but the lush flowery forest. I hear once more but this time I can hear it clearer but it sounds like nothing but a mash-up of letters. Gibberish. I call out a greeting with no answer. I stare above and notice at the top inscribed a strange script reading "enis one tseh sowfoed thom tunac buwstat" a strange unknown language possibly what I was hearing before. I stare harder at it wondering if it will help me find the meaning of it. Suddenly my mind begins to reverse the inscription and rearranging the letter until it reads "I show not your face, but what thou needs the most" . I look into the mirror and see myself standing tall, chin up and eyes peering down at me with nothing but pride and courage. The image morphs to a scene of me walking hand in hand with my mother smiling with glee at each other, then she slips away yet the smile never falls from my face instead I look forward and continue. The image fades and all that it shows now is my reflection. I stare into the honey coloured eyes of my father and the raven hair of my mother falling down my shoulders. I look like something out of folk-lore something not human with my pale skin molding in with my white dress I look away and into the forest. I hear it again this strange noise. I still don't understand. I call out in frustration to the wild tangles of this jungle. "Will someone please explain what's going on!?". Then I hear it again. Still the same language yet I can understand but I can't respond the same. I can understand. In a soft musical voice I hear "The mirror of tnemeriuqer shows you what to do" another voice continues this one higher "it shows to be brave" then another "to move on" "to accept" another pipes in “love all” around me the voices enveloping me in a tornado of music. Each having their own musical sound.
"Who are you?" I exclaim.
We are the "daoine maithe."
"The nymphs"
"The penates, lares and genii."
"The fay"
All different voices calling out. Then they join as one a sing out. "We are the faeries!"
"Does anyone in your world have one name?!?" I almost shout. Suddenly the flowers begin to shiver and shake all of them softly flowing of their trees or bushes each gently resting on my arm, shoulder and head. I turn to look and see miniscule people with strange pointed ears and slanted eyes. Their hair and body a mix of a normal persons yet elongated and lean but morphed with the delicate flowers they conceal themselves as.
"We are the people of the land and Sarvahna sent you here to let you see what you must do"
"You must learn to accept the fate your mother has taken and with this tragedy comes something you will take with you for the rest of your life."
"You mean eternal despair and mildly severe depression?" I say in mock excitement.
"No. You must take the gift your mother has left you" A small pink faerie squeaks out.
"And what gift would that be?" I ask addressing the one who had just spoken.
She sends a bashful look down. "Your mother left you the gift of sight. She has allowed you to be able to see into the world of the forgotten. With her death though physically gone she will never leave you. She has attached her life force to you letting you see what she saw, a rare gift only given to those in the bloodline of the Naisorla and Keita, you are the only living descendant. This gift also allows you to communicate to all in this land including the language the faeries speak known as the fey."
"Heard as gibberish by the rest"
"You have a gift that many want if have would sue it to ruin the world you know as well as the ones you don't even the gods want it"
"If it falls into the hands of Purhito everything will fall to ruins"
"Who's Purhito?" I ask.
"He's also known as Hades the ruler of the death"
"Why would he want it" voicing my confusion.
"He could use this sight to gain access into the world of the hidden and if he was able to gain the powers of all who are known as "mythical" he would easily be able to use them to destroy his brothers domains plunging the world under his control."
"I see."
"The human realm can look but never see when you put someone who can see into the mix it causes destructive occurrences."
"For example world war 2 was caused by the meeting of a Jewish Naisorla who was seen as a demon or a witch. Hitler thought the Jews where all Naisorla and wanted to rid this world of what he thought where demons."
"Seeing and humanities don't mix."
I stared at her in horror as she lay still.I look up at my father, staring in disbelief at what he had done. The knife, now dripping with the blood of my mother, falls onto the carpeted floor into the pool of blood around my mother. He falls back against the wall with an inhuman moan, contorted with rage,pain and a strange sadness that envelopes the sound contorting it.
I hear him crying. I can’t move. I lie there not moving, no longer hearing. I can’t breathe, the wind is knocked out of me. I stare blankly into the unblinking eyes of my mother, all the warmth and love in them now replaced with an emptiness. My father stumbles out of the room still unaware of where I am. I reach out a trembling hand and touch the blood streaked face of my mother still warm from the life that filled her only moments ago. I flinch as I hear a bang then a THUD. I lay there resting my hand on my mothers, trembling as what happened sinks in.
+
My eyes flutter open, my shirt clinging to me, the air around me feels clammy. The same dream, the horrid rerun of it. I've only been here for a few days.The light now streams through the window onto the hardwood floor of my plain room.
Now I miss my old life. A care free, worriless life where my only problems used to be what I was going to wear for the day and the “end of my life” was when I couldn't get away from the one thing I would now long for. How selfish I seemed always yelling on and on about such trivial things when I should have been savouring every second we had like they would be my last, in which they would be in a way.
Now I lay here feeling numb, wanting nothing but my past. Mulling over all the things I could have, should have and would have done if I was to know what was to come. I desperately attempt to cling to the only thing I have left that hasn't changed, my memories. I submerge myself into what seems like a dream of days where the sun shone brighter and everyone seemed happy. I look back and remember all that I took for granted and cringe at my actions. The arrogance I had back when I thought everything would stay the same.
+A woman appears, interrupting my thoughts relieved for a distraction I glance up at his woman. Though a stranger she smiles kindly at me like an old acquaintance. She says in a soft tone seeing me awake. “Your therapist Dr.Stein is ready to see you.”
I get up without a word and stride past her with slumped shoulders. Feeling a bit guilty for ignoring her, I walk into a plush room that has the strong odour of leather and mahogany. Behind an official looking desk sits a stark woman who obviously was the therapist parrying over at me with invasive eyes from behind her glasses. She simply says with a broad cold smile.
“Take a seat”
…........................
I find these talks so stupid. They say,
“We provide our orphans the highest quality care including special personalized, one on one therapy sessions to help encourage the fastest and easiest metal recovery and adjustment.”
At this thought I snort, thinking about how these little therapy sessions do nothing but annoy me. I look up at the tall, plain white wooden fence that encloses the only place where I am even close to being alone.The tall planks of the fence casting pleasantly cool shadows upon my face.I slip off my shoes and sit on the grass, I turn to look at the building behind me and at the people watching me through its curtainless windows, ALWAYS watching me. It reminds of a jail. It has the whole package including the guards, the cells and even the bars. Well more metaphorically but still.I hear a door open behind me accompanied by a cheery tune being whistled. I don't even have to turn around to know its the one person this place I can tolerate. She doesn't have a care in the world even in this place. What I would do just to be able to think like her for one day.
She’s been here for over a month, amazing me how anyone could tolerate this place without going slightly insane is unimaginable. She plops down next to me wearing her usual ear to ear grin.
“No Hi? Or even a Hello?"
She says in the best hurt voice she could conjure up. Her freckled face scrunched in concentration to hold back a giggle. I roll my eyes at her as a smile makes its way onto my lips. I turn to look up at the fence again.
"This place reminds me of a prison. Why on earth are you so happy all the time?"
She looks at me with a confused look as if being happy can come naturally even after losing your parents.
"It really isn't all that bad you know. Try to think positive! See your cup as half full instead of half empty!"
"My cup is empty, I don't get what you’re even saying" I said in an exasperated tone. She sighs.
"Stop being so depressing at least you’re alive. If you think your cup is empty instead, why not go fill it up with something worthwhile instead of staring at it like an idiot!"
I stare at her. This is probably the first time I've seen her frustrated.
"But in my opinion you should pour half your cup of ego out!"
She gets up and storms right past me. I watch her go back inside only to receive an icy stare from our onlookers. I turn back around and look down blinking to hold in the tears threatening to spill. I fall back into the grass, shutting my eyes as the cool spring breeze caresses my face. A wave of sudden emotion fills me. Instantly remembering my mother softly cooing me to sleep when I was sick. Even such a small memory can make my insides twist. Suddenly everything seems amplified. The shutting of the door, the cars passing, the crickets chirping even my own breathing sounds like a gong straight between my ears. I cover my ears with my hands trying to block out the overload of input.
I'm engulfed in white noise. Everything is getting brighter and brighter until everything around me begins to melt, I jerk up violently to avoid the oozing substance the trees have now become. The +-+
fence begins to deteriorate to the same iridescent fluid revealing what used to be an open field now a sea swimming with strange colours and lights the surface constantly changing from almost a light to a pearly density seemed to travel beneath the water as if electricity was coursing through it. The earth beneath me began to change, it swirled and moved under me as if it was alive and no longer a solid yet I was still in the same place as before, as if I was floating on a cloud of dreams and thoughts. I peer down into the cloud and meet the eyes of my father. Clouded with rage yet lined with tears, the same eyes that killed my mother. Not even taking a second thought on the fact that I was staring at something impossible, I watched as they changed and melted into the kind eyes of my once loving father, changed with alcohol and drugs. The eyes of what I once had and longed for. They melted away and a light erupted in front of me, a cone of light rising from the ground piercing the sky marbled with pastel colours. From this light came a figure, tall and standing straight as an arrow his or her face covered with a cloak of a strange crystal substance that seemed to be made of diamond yet flowed like silk trailing through what used to be the backyard. I spin around and look back at what used to be the orphanage giving a cry out of surprise at the sight that stood before me.
A sea of the red rich substance I had never been to fond of, it was as sea of blood. Swirling and spinning with crashing waves that sent chills down my spine. My stomach seized up, my lips began to cry as I looked into the eyes of my mother as she bobbed to the surface with a happy yet sad eyes. I reach for her but a strange abnormally large hand rests on my shoulder stopping me. I spin around to stare into the face of the cloaked figure. Strangely it had not one face but a constantly changing one, my grandmother, Issy, my mother constantly morphing into people I know then into many I didn’t. I hear a whisper as if from my own mind.
“I am the keeper of time, the guardian of the dead, I am the sand man, I am not one but I am many.”
I stare into the eyes of the constantly changing face mesmerized by how it transitions into each face so quickly. I look back at my mother just as she slips beneath the surface. I run and and the earth beneath my feet softens to a strange substance causing me to sink in. I cry out in a desperate attempt to bring her back. The keeper does not stop me. I watch as from where my mother once was rises a horrific demon. With leathery wings and the face of a woman, she comes flying at me her talons outstretched reaching for me. I fall back expecting this to be the end. When the man appears in front of just as she began closing in, with a swish of his cloak she disappears.
"My mother what happened?"
"That was not your mother, that was one of Hades' furies. You may call me Sarvahna for now. I knew your mother quite well.”
He extends me his hand and though weary I grasp on glad for the help.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the land of the forgotten. All who reside here are the leftovers and fragments of everyone's fairy tales. We are the mythical people who are now seen as made up."
"We cannot be seen by anyone not even the gods themselves because of the Naisorla"
"The what?"
"If you give me a moment to finish all will be explained" He says in a calm voice. He gives off the impression that he could out wait anything. Patient from his long life.
"The Naisorla are the people once bountiful in this world." He continues. "They created this world to protect all those left behind from being abused and exploited by the greedy humans that roam the earth and the selfish gods that watch from around. Most died in the creation but the few left fled to live a life of concealment in the human realm. Many of the few bloodlines disappeared leaving only one. And that was yours Keita, you never knew but your mother always has. She never told you because she felt that having to bear such a heavy burden at the tender age of 15 was too much for you.”
"But Sarvahna why am I here now?" I say.
"It takes time for one to be able to adjust to this new power and I have sent for you. I am simply a conductor of knowledge, a teacher. I help see to it that you see what must be seen. I will send you where you must go but you must choose what to do next.With the gift of finally being able to see comes with a great burden to stay hidden." His voice slowly fading out.
Everything begins to spin around me in a blur of colours and sounds with my senses overloading. I box my ears to shut out the noise. When the spinning stops I open my eyes to be greeted with a strange voltage running through my skin. I stand there with nothing but a wispy white dress blowing in the breeze. I stand still and stare off into what is now a jungle, the sun in the amazon beats down on me bringing beads of sweat to appear on my forehand, I wipe them away and turn to stare into a mirror. The mirror stands tall at least twice the size of myself and 5 times my width. It rises above me, glistening in the sun embedded in the trunk of an ancient tree, that has grown around it. "Hidden" that's was probably what the people who put it here hoped it to be. It was put there to never be found. Why would Sarvahna send me to see something that was never meant to be known? I step forward with my foot noiselessly landing in a small carpet of moss. I reach out and let my fingertips brush the icy metal in contrast to the extreme heat. I felt as if the mirror had shocked me like an electric eel. This electric sensation caused me to jolt away from this strange ancient thing. I stare in awe at this grand thing and hear a soft whisper coming from the frost I look but see nothing. I hear it again not being able to make out the words. I look around and see nothing but the lush flowery forest. I hear once more but this time I can hear it clearer but it sounds like nothing but a mash-up of letters. Gibberish. I call out a greeting with no answer. I stare above and notice at the top inscribed a strange script reading "enis one tseh sowfoed thom tunac buwstat" a strange unknown language possibly what I was hearing before. I stare harder at it wondering if it will help me find the meaning of it. Suddenly my mind begins to reverse the inscription and rearranging the letter until it reads "I show not your face, but what thou needs the most" . I look into the mirror and see myself standing tall, chin up and eyes peering down at me with nothing but pride and courage. The image morphs to a scene of me walking hand in hand with my mother smiling with glee at each other, then she slips away yet the smile never falls from my face instead I look forward and continue. The image fades and all that it shows now is my reflection. I stare into the honey coloured eyes of my father and the raven hair of my mother falling down my shoulders. I look like something out of folk-lore something not human with my pale skin molding in with my white dress I look away and into the forest. I hear it again this strange noise. I still don't understand. I call out in frustration to the wild tangles of this jungle. "Will someone please explain what's going on!?". Then I hear it again. Still the same language yet I can understand but I can't respond the same. I can understand. In a soft musical voice I hear "The mirror of tnemeriuqer shows you what to do" another voice continues this one higher "it shows to be brave" then another "to move on" "to accept" another pipes in “love all” around me the voices enveloping me in a tornado of music. Each having their own musical sound.
"Who are you?" I exclaim.
We are the "daoine maithe."
"The nymphs"
"The penates, lares and genii."
"The fay"
All different voices calling out. Then they join as one a sing out. "We are the faeries!"
"Does anyone in your world have one name?!?" I almost shout. Suddenly the flowers begin to shiver and shake all of them softly flowing of their trees or bushes each gently resting on my arm, shoulder and head. I turn to look and see miniscule people with strange pointed ears and slanted eyes. Their hair and body a mix of a normal persons yet elongated and lean but morphed with the delicate flowers they conceal themselves as.
"We are the people of the land and Sarvahna sent you here to let you see what you must do"
"You must learn to accept the fate your mother has taken and with this tragedy comes something you will take with you for the rest of your life."
"You mean eternal despair and mildly severe depression?" I say in mock excitement.
"No. You must take the gift your mother has left you" A small pink faerie squeaks out.
"And what gift would that be?" I ask addressing the one who had just spoken.
She sends a bashful look down. "Your mother left you the gift of sight. She has allowed you to be able to see into the world of the forgotten. With her death though physically gone she will never leave you. She has attached her life force to you letting you see what she saw, a rare gift only given to those in the bloodline of the Naisorla and Keita, you are the only living descendant. This gift also allows you to communicate to all in this land including the language the faeries speak known as the fey."
"Heard as gibberish by the rest"
"You have a gift that many want if have would sue it to ruin the world you know as well as the ones you don't even the gods want it"
"If it falls into the hands of Purhito everything will fall to ruins"
"Who's Purhito?" I ask.
"He's also known as Hades the ruler of the death"
"Why would he want it" voicing my confusion.
"He could use this sight to gain access into the world of the hidden and if he was able to gain the powers of all who are known as "mythical" he would easily be able to use them to destroy his brothers domains plunging the world under his control."
"I see."
"The human realm can look but never see when you put someone who can see into the mix it causes destructive occurrences."
"For example world war 2 was caused by the meeting of a Jewish Naisorla who was seen as a demon or a witch. Hitler thought the Jews where all Naisorla and wanted to rid this world of what he thought where demons."
"Seeing and humanities don't mix."