I stood in the door way of the small house. The sun warn against my legs, sending small ripples of hot water like heat down my thighs then calves. I could feel, almost see the light from behind my closed eyelids and I breathed deeply in the hot humid air. It was the hottest day of what seemed like the longest summer ever. Two maybe three weeks until I would have to start afresh, again. Three weeks until I would have to start a new school make new friends and be the new girl again, for the fourth time, in the last year, alone. I gave up a long time ago trying to make lifelong friends, gaining people’s trust, what’s the point, just save myself the upset for when I’m going to leave again. My mum promised this would be the last time we were going to move but I beg to differ. She that the last 2 times, and look where we are!
My eyes fluttered open, dazedly coming out of deep thought, I blinked a little as my eyes adjusted to the bright blinding light. The sky was a too perfect blue, not a single cloud was set in the sky. A perfect day, for some, but I guess I’m not some, I guess I’m not normal, I guess I don’t want to be. I’m far from it and glad.
I like the rain, the thunder and lightning, I like being in the strong wind, furiously blowing and pulling at my hair. I like the freedom, the adventure that winter brings. I like uniqueness, and abnormality. Regularity is foreign to me, like another language unknown to my tongue, to my mind, my thoughts. I like being able to explore, experiment, and find out about the world myself, not by being stuck in class room being told, I want to be able to explore and find out about the world for myself, I keep my eyes open, not literally, but my mind’s eye, keep my imagination going, keeping my mind ticking, keep thinking, keep living, keep seeing. That why I see them, like no one else can, they don’t see, you don’t need to watch, or stare, or glare, just listen, just, just see, open your eyes, properly open your eyes, see more than the normality of the world you think is regular, what you think is regular is whole lot different to my regular. ‘Normal’ people live in; they drown in a world of lies. And they believe every single detail, even the most obvious of faerys are completely by passed ‘it’s a trick of the mind, my imagination, just a hallucination.’ But the real trick is the glamour, smouldering them in their own little bubble of a life, we are all just little pieces forming a little Lego house, they don’t want us to see the real world, they want us to carry on living the lie they feed to us. But I know better, I’ve always known better. My parents said I would grow out of my habits, but little imaginary friends, they didn’t disappear. And my parents, they were one’s imagining them not being there, they do it without even noticing, but I never did. I just learnt to shut my mouth before I was sent to a mental institute for the deranged.
I was interrupted from my train of thought; I could see the shadow from behind my eyelids, blocking the sun from my eyes. “Hello, Rima” I said aloud forgetting to think, luckily there was no one around to hear me talking ‘to myself’ “ you are getting slack, you are becoming foolish and sloppy, and yet you know but, you carry on?” I didn’t answer her. “So what challenging quest am I needed for this time? I don’t have to escort another faery through the mortal portal and then take them to the dragon king? Wow that was so exhausting and nearly ended up losing my memories, not to mention my life” my eyes opened now, to lie upon my guardian, my only true friend, but she hardly ever came in summer, she was to weak, after all she was part of the unseelie court, the mortal world, is now under orders of the seelie court during these hot months. She must have come with good reason , she wouldn’t have crossed seelie territory without permission, or good reason. “You know that it is almost September, the time of no fey war, no argument, all is at rest, and it will be that way until November. The time of the unseelie to take turn with the mortal world, to their duty to keep nature In harmony, and most importantly to keep harmony with the seelie fey.” She went to carry on but I interrupted “yes. Rima, you have told me before, so what is the big deal, I know that I will have to go to the unseelie court and oath to my secrecy and Eternal favour to the king and queen of winter, to make sure I do not get my memory, life or any one important thing to me wiped from history, presence or future.” “Yes. You know that much, but you forget my friend, the agreement you made with the king himself, of what would happen on your 16 birthday, the year of your freedom, from your oath, and you forget that this agreement will have to be for filled, in march, your birthday.” Suddenly my mind raced back to the day of my 14 birthday, when i went to recue...him, the agreement i made in order to save...him. All for him to just leave, forget me, and carry on with life, they wiped his memory, in order to keep their precious world safe, and hidden from prying eyes. I remember meeting him, the son of the summer king, the smell of summer lingering on him, his hair, his eyes, his smile, everything, reminded me of summer, and I hated it, I hated him.
