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On my drive home, I was a little pumped. I rolled the windows down and had Guns n Roses blaring on the CD player. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. My parents were waiting for me on the front porch. I sat down on the swing and told them all about my wonderful night. My parents were relieved after learning I had been accepted by the local kids. Nothing was said when I spoke of the Weller’s and William. I sat on my bed, let out a long breath, and smiled. I fell back on the bed and started thinking about all the things my parents told me over the years. They had been open about our past and our ancestry, or so I thought. They answered any questions I asked except about my great, great, great grandparents. Those questions were never answered. My parents would talk around the subject trying to satisfy me with information that wasn’t relevant to the question. Maybe they should be politicians. I’ve always wondered if they were still living since they were both either elfin or vampire. I assumed they were all dead since I’ve never met them. One day, I plan to find out what happened to them. My parents have powers too but they hardly ever use them. What’s the point of having magical powers if you don’t use them? I was taught from birth not to talk about our powers with anyone because most people would not understand and may be afraid of us. I never told a living soul about our powers or our family history. My mother knew how to trace or disappear and end up somewhere else. She also read minds but she handles that much better than I do and can actually control hers. Unlike me, I can read minds when I don’t want to and when I want to, like with the Weller’s, it just won’t come to me. In addition, of course, moma is part Vampire but I have never seen her drink blood. Thank goodness, we all ate normal food. I can’t imagine having to drink someone’s blood instead of eating food. Shaking my head, I said out loud, “ugh”. Daddy is elf and human. He can make anything with his hands and most definitely has a green thumb. He loves nature and nature responds to him just like it does with me. He moves fast and silently with swift and graceful steps. He enjoys being outdoors and Moma likes to stay inside away from the sun since she is part vampire. Somehow, they’ve compromised and lived happily all these years. Another thing I have in common with Moma is singing, humming, and not realizing we are doing it. She sang strange little songs to me growing up and I find myself singing them all the time. I’ve never heard anyone else sing those songs so they must be from her family somewhere down the line. Still awake, my mind shifted back to William. I still couldn’t get him out of my mind. I was a little bummed since I haven’t had more visions of him. Since there were no more visions, I figured there would be nothing else happening with him. I finally drifted off to sleep, with the Weller’s, rather, William, on my mind. The next day, I woke up with a clear mind and decided to go exploring in the woods around our house. I learned the woods at our previous home well enough to walk through them blindfolded. The new woods are going to take a little time to learn. I put on my jeans and hiking boots and headed out across the road to the wooded area. I always wore boots while hiking during the summers in Arkansas because of all the snakes. They will defend themselves if surprised by a stranger in their territory or God forbid I step on one. I hiked up the side of the mountain across from our house, following an old rocky path overgrown with weeds and brush. Obviously, the trail isn’t used often. The air was so pure and fresh up here. I took in deep breaths to get the clear, cool, crisp air in my lungs. Later in the day, the air would steam up with the heat. As I reached about halfway up the mountainside, I had the strangest pulling sensation. I gave in and pushed through the chest high brush, deeper into the woods. The ground began to clear and green moss replaced the tall brush. Just off the path, I saw a small opening in the side of the mountain. I took out the little flashlight on my keying and walked slowly toward the opening. As I stepped inside the cave opening, having to bend down through the doorway, the temperature dropped. A cool breeze blew through the doorway. I took a few more steps into the opening and the cave opened up enough for me to straighten into a full stand. The huge cave’s walls glistened like glitter when I shown the flashlight on them. The huge stalactites and stalagmites grew all over the ceiling and floor of the cave. I toured many commercial caves throughout the state so I wasn’t afraid of the bats hanging around. I didn’t think bears would be hibernating in the summer but still I kept my eye out and tried to keep my keys from rattling. I walked down the natural made staircase and felt as though I was being watched. That was unnerving in a pitch-black cave. When I get nervous, I tend to hum or sing to myself. I hummed as I walked deeper into the cave. As I hit the bottom step, I caught a glimpse of little white lights buzzing around in the top of the cave, like lightning bugs. Near the middle of the room was a small crystal clear pond. The little fish swam all around in the pond blowing little bubbles that surfaced and popped. All the sounds of the cave echoed: water dripping, wind blowing and cricket chirps. I heard the echo of my voice and realized I was humming which made me smile. I looked up after seeing a flash out of the corner of my eye and one of the lightning bugs began coming closer and closer to me. Once the light came close enough, I discovered it wasn’t a bug at all but a tiny person with wings! She hovered right in front of my face with her little wings going so fast they were a blur. I instantly thought of Tinkerbell. The little person said, “Why do you sing the Fae song? What type of Fairy are you? Where do you come from?” I was a little taken a back at the flying tiny person speaking. I stuttered a little as I said, “I, I’m not a fairy. My mother taught me this song. Are you a Fairy? You are so tiny and can fly!” The little lady smiled and non-saliently said, “I am a fairy. Not everyone can see us and we only allow particular humans the privilege. You possess an unfamiliar air about you. Explain how you are able to see me if you are not Fae?” “I am not Fairy but I am part elvin. Can elves see you?” The fairy smiled. “I must inform our Queen we have a guest. Will you stay and meet with her?” Awkwardly, I said, “I would love to meet your Queen.” The fairy began to fly off and I said, “Wait! What’s your name?” The little fairy flew off without answering my question. A few minutes later, thousands of little white lights lit up the cave and I could see the entire room. It was as beautiful as I expected it would be. In the midst of all the white lights was one beautiful blue light that stayed near the ceiling of the room. The white lighted fairies surrounded me, buzzing all around. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. The glowing blue-lighted fairy flew toward me reminding me of Glenda the Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz. When she was right in front of me, I saw the fairy behind the light. She was hovering extremely close to my face. She fluttered a bit before speaking. “I am the Queen Fairy Luna. I here tell you sing the song of the ancient Fae. May I ask where you learned this song?” I bowed to her before answering since I wasn’t sure how to acknowledge or address a Fairy Queen. I said, “My mother always sang this song to me.” The Fairy Queen smiled. She said, “This song is sung by Fae mothers to their children. I sense strong Fae essence in you. What fairy line do you come from?” I said, “I don’t believe I have fairy blood. I‘ve always been told I am Elfin, Vampire and human.” The Queen had a perplexed look on her face. She stated in a matter of fact manner, “You should make inquiries on this matter with your parents as you are most definitely fae.” |
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