I despise being around other fairies, I never fail to notice the way they glare in my direction. They constantly look at me with suspicion, and judgement in their eyes, only because I don’t have wings.
I’ve always felt like I don’t belong, that feeling still lingers when I enter new places. For fucks sake, it lingers wherever I go, wherever I am and whenever I’m awake.
Pushing myself up until I’m sitting straight, my legs fall over the edge and I get myself up from the black, creaky bed.
It’s with heavy steps I walk toward my wardrobe, choosing to wear all black just as always.
My wardrobe only holds clothes in that specific color. It suits me well and I am not here to put on a show of elegance nor to show off my wear of choice.
I put on anything that is comfortable, provided the color is in the shade of deep night. Dark velvet blue is the only other option that I wouldn’t reject immediately, and it's only because my mother used to love that color.
The memory is strong. Blue was her favorite color, especially the dark tones. She always told me that it made her feel beautiful, and I never failed to see the way it made her blue eyes pop, the same eyes as I have.
Getting out of my room, hand scratching the back of my head, I can’t ignore the messy state of the building that I call my home.
My house isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as the houses in Fairy Village. The base is built from white stone from the ancient mountains, and the roof is constructed with black oak and old dry leaves.
The moss that surrounds it isn’t in that typical bright green color, instead, it’s a dark, shadowed emerald hue.
There are only two small rooms indoors. One holds a rickety, old metal bed that can hardly stand on its own, so I had to prop up its unstable legs with a tower of books.
Beside the bed, a small wooden nightstand is placed and on top of it sits an old lantern with carnelian orange glass. Even though the light inside isn't working as it should, I still keep it.
It looks nice...
In the same room, there is a toilet behind a door that is almost hidden if you don’t look close enough to see it.
The other part of the house contains a small kitchen that I use surprisingly often. Cooking is something I actually enjoy.
Two small rectangle windows occasionally let in a single ray of sun, and the kitchen table only fits one person, me.
The lamp dangling from the roof doesn’t work, so once it gets dark, lit candles are much needed.
A few small holes in the roof that let in raindrops once in a while, and all the walls have cracks in them.
The copper door handle on the front entrance doesn’t work properly either. The building has a lot of damage, but I don't bother fixing it.
It’s a home that most people would run from, they wouldn’t dare touch it. But as long as this place works as a home and I can be alone without getting bothered by other fairies, I’m staying.
As I push open the door, a mouse comes running forward, almost making me stumble as a wave of surprise washes over me. I can handle a sweet mouse but a big rat would make me feel extremely bothered.
Making my way to Fairy Village, my boots slammed against the ground with every step. It took only a few minutes to reach the old library.
The only thing captured by my elf ears once I enter the village is the laugh coming from other fairies, their bright voices tingle in the air and it makes me want to puke. It’s hard to decide if the sound makes me want to strangle them or myself.
When was the last timeIlaughed?
As I arrive at the old building full of ancient books, my legs start climbing up the long spiral staircase. The library is built far up in an old tree and needs to have a staircase for those who don’t like to fly, or for those who don't have wings.
With my hand twisting the door knob, the heavy door opens, letting me enter the library, and it doesn’t take long before I notice that the building is pretty empty today, which is definitely preferred.
The old man who works here looks ready to greet me, but instead, he hides himself in a corner, thinking he's invisible.
Coward.
With easy steps, I make my way deeper into the library to get to the ancient books. The one I’m looking for must be here.
Looking through the brown dusty shelves, my eyes land on an old caramel spine. As soon as my eyes recognise the carved, smooth golden letters, my hand reaches out and grabs ahold of it, I yank it open, immediately tearing out the map that will get me to where I need to be.
