The Kingdom of the Fae

Chapter 1

It had been a week since she got the job, and she only needed a week to grow accustomed to the sights of the strange shadows that lingered around every corner, the sideways glances of people with unnatural grey white irises, however she still had not understood, did not want to begin to understand, the mysterious Frost that hung in the air everywhere when she walked in to the theatre every day. Drew Holder worked for the growing theatre of a small town on the east coast. With nothing but some money in her pocket and a suitcase full of a few things, Drew had left behind a burned down town house and a deceased family to live with her aged but strong great aunt from the opposite side of her family. She had been allowed to stay on the condition that she would find a job within two weeks and on the last day, when she had sat defeated in the rain on a bench outside an old magic shop, when all her problems began. An old woman with a sly smile on her lips and beads hanging from her clothes had called her to the shop. It had smelled strongly of incense and smoke, there was no denying there would be a stash of liquor somewhere if she tried to find it. Drew had decided right then and there that she would rather live on that bench than work for this woman. The woman didn’t speak, so Drew decided to call her Beads. Beads handed Drew a flier, and Drew held it from the corners, careful not to get it wet with her hands.

The Verundin Theatre

Looking for Talented Arts director

Contact William Katin, Primary Producer and Director and Part Owner of the Verundin

Call: 547 891

There was a picture of the theatre, a map and some clip art photos of masks supposed to be representing the theatre. That they needed an Arts Director was clear, but Drew only had two years of University under her belt before she had to drop out because she couldn’t afford it anymore. It was a good thing she had some experience, but it was strange that they hadn’t put in some kind of requirements for experience. Drew bought a simple knick knack from the old lady’s store to thank her for the help. She rolled the little star-shaped locket in her hands before deciding it was actually very pretty and putting it on her neck.

It was with uncertain fingers and a desperate mind that she dialled the number in her outdated blue cell-phone. There was no way they were going to hire a kid; that was impossible. There were probably hundreds of other applicants already if the pay was decent. A soft female voice answered the phone,

“Hello, you have reached William Katin’s office”

“Hi, I’m calling about the Arts Director Job” her voice became unusually nervous whenever she was in this kind of a situation.

“Oh yes, the interviews are tomorrow”

“Oh” said Drew her hopes dying. She was too late.

“But…I guess we could fit in one more. Be at the Verundin at 10 am sharp and bring your portfolio along with your resume”

“Thank you so much”

“I didn’t catch your name”

“Drew, Drew Holden”

“See you tomorrow Ms. Holden” the phone clicked shut. Great, now she needed a portfolio. After having gone to University for Math, she did not begin to understand how she would come up with a portfolio that suggested she would be a good art director. She laughed to herself, remembering the mathematician that was her father and had pushed her into the program. Drew thought she had cast aside her paintbrush and pencils for good back in high school when her father had picked her major for her. Now that he was dead, she had landed right back where she had wanted to be from the beginning, except with a twist so cruel, it still made her cry. The father she had been angry at, had left her to be angry at no one but a memory, and you can’t stay mad at a memory of someone you loved.