Prologue
I live in a country that is different from every other country out there. This country has what we call an eye-bending division. An eye bending division that no one knew about, it was just the regular way we lived. The country is divided by the real and the “fictional magical”. We have kings, queens, princesses, fairies, and much more in the fictional magical part. Then we have the cities and fast-food places of the real. One day something crazy happened breaking the division and the world ended up being real and all the “Fiction magical” people, fairies, and animals disappeared, except one. I was the survivor but, I am sure I am going to die again, yes again.
1
My name is-was Jeszamella. I am-was a life fairy. Then, the day came when I lost it. It being my power, my name, and my life as a fairy. It was a dreadful day and it is all I can remember of my past life. Back to my old and dusty soul. There were human men that were hunting bate. Being a fairy I was one of the best types of fish bate in the forest.
They were chasing me with poisonous arrows and small axes they used to train their young sons. As they throw the darts I remembered that trees are not affect by the poison. So I stand on what I thought was a tree but, actually was a resting bear with extremely rough skin. The dart hit her and she died.
Life fairies have two jobs; protect living things and never harm a living thing. I have just broken both rules. My fairy leader Roszemella had to isolate and tear me. This is when a fairy that has broken the rules has to be left chained at the beginning of the forest and got their wings painfully ripped off.
The fairy eventually loses their powers and turns human but, end up dying because of how frighten they have become of their new body. Now, it was my turn to pay that price. My family walked me over to the forest entrance.
Before they touched me an unexplainable force came over me. I started kicking and screaming begging and pleading not to go. No one did anything, my own family just watched me go insane, and I was like a show to them.
Eventually, I stopped and everyone still silent looked down as if they were afraid to face me. I just sat there trying to calm myself down and then, Roszemella came with two injure fairies and they ripped off my light and gentle wings. I watched them spirally flutter onto the floor and they instantly died. I was in so much pain from the poor bear’s death I barely felt it.
I watched them walk away, my own family didn’t even stay to comfort me for even a second they just kept walking. So, now I was left there. After, the first few hours I grew extremely lonely and ill, it was like the silence was eating away all my joy. My long black hair was losing color and my tan skin was as pale as ever.
It’s spring so it’s usually warm in the forest. But, every time I felt the wind it was like a rush of freezing winter air. I am now in a deep state of depression. It felt like I was being stabbed consecutively in my heart. It hurt and burn like, a fire lit in my soul.
I wanted to die; I just wanted to die right then. Life is meaningless now that I have lost being a fairy, the only thing I ever was. As I sat there is depression I heard small taps on the forest floor. As they grew closer I seemed more alert.
All I heard was tap, tap, tap, and tap. The taps were forceful against the moist forest floor. After a few more taps I began to feel them. My small body which, is now growing is shaking to the rhythm of the taps.
After a while the taps stop and I stop. Now, I hear the small and light footsteps that were blocked by the taps. The footsteps are so light they feel so distant. Then I hear a small voice. It gets louder and so I start growing rapidly. Now, it’s uncontrollable I went from being 3 inches to 5 and a half feet in minutes!
“Well, hello there young one,” the fairly old woman asks me. I was still in shocked from my new body I completely blocked her out.
“Well, hello there young lady!” the woman was louder with more force and impatience. I was shaking all over confused beyond all measures.
“Hello,” my voice was shaking and cracking with a low tone. The lady was very small with long gray hair and a walking stick.
“Well speak up dear,” she says contently. Her voice and simple appearance makes me less frightened.
“Hello,” this time I sounded firm yet friendly. Now that I think of it she seems very trusting and harmless.
“You look so sick, come with me I will help you,” when she said that I felt a sudden sense of warmth and friendship. I slightly smile and follow along. We walk out the forest to a small cottage. It reminded me of my own home or old home when I was a fairy. I start to tear up a bit but, try to keep it short.
“This is my house dear come on in,” she explains. I was a bit nervous to enter the house because I didn’t want to start exploding of tears to a woman I just met. I examine the house trying to restrain from crying. I see two stones engraved with the names Samuel and Joseph.
“Those are my two sons they died at war fighting for that monster we call King Harington,” she said with low anger. The poor woman was probably living with old scars from the two great losses she suffered in.
“You seem to be looking better, that’s remarkable!” she says in excitement.
“Yes, I think I just needed someone to talk to,” I say comfortably. The old woman smiled.
“So what is your name dear?” she asked me
“My name uh my name is Jesza,” I answered, giving myself my new name. When you lose your fairy power you lose everything.
“Jesza?” she sounded confused. Maybe it was because my name was so uncommon to her.
“Yes Jesza-Mellory Dustin,” I responded. “Well, my full first name is Jesza-Mallory but, I was just called Jesza.” Apparently I was just as baffled by my new name as she was but, I can never have the name Jeszamella again.
“So why were you on the forest floor like that, where are you parents?” she asked concerned.
I started to cry, “I have been disowned from all my family.” I tried to say without my voice being cracked. It hurt repeating this.
“I saw the pain in your eyes,” the woman says in slight sorrow.
“Pain, in my eyes?” I said puzzled. I thought I looked more depressed.
“Yes it looked like someone forcefully ripped something out of you,” she replies. I looked down because my wings were ripped off of me thus, losing everything I ever had.
“Were you hurt in your old home?” she asked. I looked down because I didn’t know how to answer that. I couldn’t say now I was perfectly fine at home but, that requires me to lie about how I looked so dead. So, I didn’t answer. “Be honest with me dear,” she said impatiently. I still refused to answer. “Jesza-Mellory!!” she raised her voice.
“What!” I yelled back. It was an uncontrollable action. There were so many emotions going on that I couldn’t manage what to say, so I lost it. It’s like I couldn’t be tamed. I went on a rampage destroying everything in the house. I have broken vases and plates. The old woman looked frightened, the most scared I have seen anyone.
“Jesza-Mellory stop it, stop it,” she said trying to sooth me. But, my emotions took the better of me. I zoned back in to my content stage.
“Oh, oh no I’m so sorry. Oh gosh what have I done!” I was flabbergasted by all the damage I have just cause to this sweet old lady that just tried to help me. I automatically started cleaning up. “I will pay you back for all my damage; I have no idea on how this happened.”
“It is fine, I will help you get out of this,” the old woman replied. “Because I don’t want you roaming the streets on my conscience, you shall live with me.”
My eyes widen, no one has ever shown such kindness to someone who has terrorized their home. “Oh thank you, thank you for me staying here I will work for you,” I established making a deal.
“No child you can help me with the house work but, you don’t have to wait on me,” the old woman replies.
“Yes, mam.” I said while nodding. I felt so grateful at the moment. I also wondered how did a woman that is this nice and went through so much pain be this nice. Maybe she is my savior.
“Okay so what must I do to keep living here?” I asked. She studied carefully and smiled.
“All you have to do is your morning duties,” she answered.
“My morning duties, may you please explain this,” I said confused and wonder what it could be.
“You must sweep the whole house, clean your room and the kitchen, and make breakfast,” she briefly listed.
“Oh that is all, I will do it with great honor,” I smiled and replied.
“Come, let me show you your room,” she stated while getting up. I obeyed and followed. We walked up the small stairs and passed two doors. She pointed to them.
“The first one you see here is my room, which you shall never enter, and the second is the wash room,” she explained calmly. I wonder what was so important that she was hiding in her room. I kept it to myself and just walked along. “This is your room Jesza-Mellory,” she told me.
I opened the door and there were two small beds, probably for her two sons. “Oh thank you, this will perfectly fit me,” I somewhat exclaimed.
“Good, now clean it up a bit and pick a bed,” she rushed.
“Thank you mam,” I said loyally.
“It is all right, you can call me mother or grandmother, whichever one pleases you,” she said waiting for my decision. I chose to call her grandmother.
“I will call you grandmother,” I said smiling. She smiled back at me and nodded, she left and I started cleaning. After about twenty minutes the door was slowly opening.
“Are you finished yet Jesza-Mellory?” grandmother asked. She poked her head in further through the door.
“Yes,” I said siting on the bed.
“Alright now, I have just noticed you don’t have any clothes and you can wear that dress for all your life,” grandmother said.
“Oh I didn’t get to take any of my clothes with me, they were all given to my sister,” I said now looking down.
“I will prepare some new dresses for you,” grandmother said.
“That is great thank you grandmother,” I said excitedly.
“You are completely welcome what is your size and age,” grandmother asked. I for one do not know exactly what it is because all my sizes were really small. I thought for a while. Grandmother grew a smidge impatient.
“I am not sure my parents measured me,” I answered sounding a bit ashamed.
“Oh how old are you anyway Jesza-Mellory?” grandmother asked.
“I am tw-twelve,” I stuttered. Fairy years are half of human years because every two seasons is one fairy year I was boon six years ago so, I am twelve flets.
“Twelve? Ok you are mature enough to handle a lot then,” grandmother said pleased. I slightly smiled but, I wondered on what she meant by my being mature enough to handle a lot.
“Oh my, have you eaten yet?” grandmother said concerned.
“No.” I answered. I wonder if I am going to remain a vegan or would one of my only food sources would be meat?
“Are you hungry?” grandmother asked. I have noticed her questions have many chains.
“No.” I repeated and I truly wasn’t.
“Alright then, I am going to collect some berries you should stay here and rest a little bit, I will be back in a little while,” grandmother informed me.
“Yes grandmother,” I said, I was a tad bit frightened by the idea of being here alone but, soon got over it. Grandmother walked away and got a small basket on her table and walked out the door.
What am I to do now, I have only been in this house for about two hours I might as well explore. I walked all though out the house through all the hallways and in all the rooms except; grandmother’s room. It was like something was calling me to the room
It was as if the door itself was opening and calling my name. I was hallucinating so much I could actually hear my name in the far distance “Jesza, Jesza- Mellory come in.” The voice was scarily realistic.
I stood there staring at the door confused, and I urged to open it. I almost walked forward but, stopped myself. I remembered the promise I made to grandmother I will not enter her room not matter what.
I resisted the urge and walked away. I walked away from the door and continued on to my room. I walked into the room and sat on the bed. I looked around to see what I can change around it. The room is pretty small so, there isn’t much to change. I could probably add a few extra things I had in my old room like jewelry and small wooden animal toys. Maybe grandmother has something I can add to make my room to look at bite more like a girl’s room.
I took my mind off the subject and tried to lay down. I fell asleep for a few minutes and head my name, it was grandmother calling me.
I ran down the stairs with excitement. I was actually showing more joy. Grandmother was there with a basket of blueberries and another basket with small trinkets and jewelry.
“This is for you Jesza-Mellory, I was picking berries and went to the market,” grandmother said handing me the basket. I wondered how she knew I wanted this stuff.
“Thank you so much grandmother,” I said maybe a little too loud.
“It is no problem child.” Grandmother said. “Now go put it in your room.”
I went upstairs looking in the basket then I saw a small outline of a fairy. The small dangling chime reminded me of my mother because it was so beautiful and gentle, just like her. I went in my room sat down the basket and cried.
3
I still sat there crying. It was like my body would never run out of tears. Those tears now turned in to anger. I took the small chime and smashed it on the floor and watched it shatter. Grandmother heard the shatter and ran up the stairs.
“Jesza-Mellory? What happened?!” Grandmother said raising her voice. I looked like a deer in the headlights I opened my mouth and nothing would come out. “Well say something!” Grandmother yelled.
“Uh um I don’t know what to say…” I said softly. I looked down while grandmother studied me carefully with her light gray and blonde tinted eye brows pointed upward.
“That seems to be your excuse for many things you destroy,” Grandmother concluded. She was right; I keep having this sense of destruction in me every time I am near something that strongly reminds me of my past. I have been scared by my past.
How do I control this? Why does it happen? Can I get rid of it? How am I going to live life like this? Will I ever end up killing people because of this? The last question I didn’t even want to think about.
Killing someone… even repeating it gave me chills. I can’t stand killing or the sight of it. I have only seen and caused one death and refuse to see another. I saw grandmother’s shadow through the crack of the door.
“Jesza- Mellory? Are you ok?” Grandmother said with her voice fading.
“I’m fine; I just have a bit of a headache.” I lied a bit on the last part.
“Are you sure; you don’t seem like it.”
“Yes, I’m fine; thank you for caring”
“Alright get some rest tomorrow I will take you to the market to pick out some fabric for your dresses.” Grandmother informed me.
“Ok” I replied yawning. Grandmother left the room and I fell directly asleep. I didn’t dream that night. It was just like a black emptiness like space just without the planets, stars, and myths. But, there was something about it that made me never want to leave. Maybe it was the freedom and the fact there nothing was there not even me.
There was no sky, there wasn’t a ground. There was just space. Just empty black space. It was the complete incompletion. It is also hard to picture since it’s just black space. It also made me wonder is this what you see when you die? Something this pleasant is only available when you die?
What is life anyway? What is our purpose here? What is my purpose here? All these questions make me think of the times I had dreams. Those dreams were just a waste life… whatever that is. What happened to me? I used to be so peppy that they would make me say some things that were a little rude.
Now, I’m lifeless like an old dried up raisin. I have grown into a new solitary space. I am emotionally, mentally, and overall detached to anything human like. I am an E.M.O. D thing because I refuse the title human. After living in a humans’ body for a couple of hours I have realized that I hate it. It’s just a strange type of emotion towards this thing you call “human”.
Being an E.M.O.D means that you live with the pleasures of death among the living you love life but, you want to live it as you are dead. You still have to grow, you still have your heart, but you see the world as a dead person. I think this is the best way of “living” because it just makes you calm and you get to keep everything to yourself. The only problem is you get overwhelmed with the past. It is a different thing for different histories. I have a feeling I’m not the only E.M.O.D out there.
I think someone has the same thoughts out there, at least one person. I don’t think I will ever meet them though. Most people that might think like this just might keep it to themselves because people think it’s not right to think negative. Yet, we have that monster of a king hiding the fact that there are fairies and using us-them to be dolls. How can someone do something that evil? Someone should kill him. Someone truly just needs to kill him! I want him dead why, can’t he just die? While having this conversation with myself in my sleep I thrust myself awake. Kill him? Not such a bad idea.
“Jesza-Mellory, oh your awake get ready let’s go” Grandmother said wide awake. I got up and looked in my closet, force of habit, nothing was in there so I just washed my now back to regular face and washed my mouth and abandoned my room.
4.
We walked out the door down the small rocky path. I looked up at the sky and it was grey I can expect a storm coming. Actually I wanted to see a storm, the rain made me somewhat happy. As I was walking and thinking to myself I’ve seen a switch in emotions from last night. I have grown happier and peppy.
This was pretty unusual. Random changes in emotions, thoughts, and actions. Maybe it’s just the fact that I am an E.M.O.D or I’m just a special case. Grandmother looked at me sensing something was abnormal. I didn’t know if I should look back or not so I kept looking straight ahead.
“Jesza-Mellory, is there something wrong?" Grandmother asked.
“Nothing,” I said excitedly.
“Are you sure, you seem bothered.” She says.
“I’m fine!” I snapped at her but, I was quiet. Oh no, I’m doing it again.
“What is going on?” Grandmother said sounding angry. I felt the pierces of her voice it was as if she intended to verbally stabbed me.
“Nothing. I’m fine” I said practically sad and crying. Then I just dropped and cried like I was an infant. She stared at me baffled but, there was a side of relief. I was expecting it to be there because we weren’t at the market yet, so she won’t get embarrassed by my sad display. She just stood there looking at me silently weep. I turned near her direction, too scared to look at her in the eye.
She also looked away and then she stared walking forward. I was too ashamed to look and see how far she’s gotten. When I did find the courage to look up she was halfway up a hill. I suspected that after the hill was the market because of the distant chatter. I got up and dust myself off. I started walking still looking down at the dirt path.
I was catching up with Grandmother; soon I was only behind her by a few feet. I can see she started to speed up little bit.
“Grandmother, wait!” I yelled
“I thought you would go back home, why didn’t you go back home Elizabeth!?” She yelled back.
“I’m not Elizabeth, I’m Jesza-Mellory.” I said lowering my tone. “Who’s Elizabeth?” I asked.
“I am.” Grandmother replied. I heard a large crack in her voice. She turned away so I wouldn’t ask her any more questions. I accepted the sign and stayed quiet. When we finally got to the market, which was just as I expected would look like, Grandmother grabbed my hand. But, she still refused to speak to me.
She pulled me up to the tent where some lady sold the fabric. I studied her and compared her to the types of fabric she sold. They had almost nothing in common. The fabric was highly detailed with design, some had various colors, and looked beautiful.
The woman on the other had looked unwelcoming. Her face looked cold and emotionless, and her stare was like being sliced by a thin blade. Her clothes matched her hair which made her all dark brown. But, she wasn’t ugly in fact she was fairly pretty. As I was still in mid-conversation with myself grandmother yanked my sleeve. I looked in her direction but, not directly at her, I still wanted to keep the silence, until she broke it.
“Pick your favorite five,” she said but, still wasn’t keeping eye contact. I studied the fabrics carefully. Eventually I picked a swirly pattern but, in five different colors. I got it in red, black, grey, deep violet, and gold. I liked the colors I picked they remind me of my personalities.
I can get very angry (red), I can be very solitary (black), I can bore you (grey), I can be very upset (deep violet), and I am completely rare (gold). Those are probably my only emotions and personalities because that is all I have ever been. Yet again, Grandmother yanked my arm ending my thoughts.
“Come on Elizabeth!” Grandmother said raising her voice. It wasn’t catching any attention because there was so much noise there. Again I had to yell.
“I am not Elizabeth, stop calling me that!" I answered. She looked at me with such confusion like a puzzled baby staring at a stranger. I just froze in my spot waiting for her rebuttal. She still didn’t move. I walked forward. When I looked back she was there still frozen. It’s like she’s frozen in her mind, not knowing what to do next. I slowly walked back to study her.
She was so still. Her grey eyes seemed to have gotten lighter and her lips drier. All of a sudden she snapped out of it and guided me back down the trail. When we finally got back to the house I went straight to my room without looking or talking to Grandmother.
I threw all my fabrics in the corner .After a few hours she came up to my room. I still managed not to have any eye contact. I gave a fast glance at her and her lips looked frozen together.
“Jesza-Mellory?” Grandmother said forcing her lips apart. I looked at her and sent her a signal that I was paying attention.
“Yes Grandmother,” I said finally answering her.
“Can you tell me what happened earlier today I have completely forgotten?” She says. I looked at her amazed at the fact that she can actually forget a moment like that.
“You honestly do no remember at all Grandmother? I looked into her eyes seeing that she was confused and freighted the same puzzled baby look she gave me earlier. She simply nodded and blinked clueless. I just went about explaining and hoping she’s understanding at least half the things I’m saying. Her face was still blank. I didn’t know if she was paying attention or if she thought I was speaking another language. When I finished there was a short awkward silence.
“What are you talking about, nothing of what you said actually happened.” She said almost yelling.
“How would you know, I thought you forgot,”
“Forgot what?”
“What happened today.”
“I completely recall all events that happened today.”
“You just made me explain what happened!” Now I was yelling and turning red. Now I can tell that she was very upset. In fact she was so upset that she was almost crying.
“I just don’t understand why you would lie so bad.” Grandmother says sounding sympatric.
“Can you just get out my room, please? “ I was tired of this pointless argument. She can tell that I was upset and needed some time alone. So she gave in and left me alone.
I lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. And thinking and soon I started crying a little bit. After I realized I started crying I stopped instantly. Now I started to reflect on things like being an E.M.O. D. I personally loved it. It makes you live better and accept things more than regular humans.
I stopped thinking and went downstairs to apologize to Grandmother. As I crept down the stairs I heard Grandmother talking but, I wasn’t sure who. She was speaking in third person meaning she was having a conversation. But, I didn’t hear anyone else’s voice.
“I seriously need to do something to fix Elizabeth.” She said. Then there was random awkward silence as if someone was talking back to her. “Well she is my daughter but, there just might be something wrong with her.” She said again the silence follows. What’s wrong with her?
I crept back up the stairs. I went to the bathroom to wash my face then, I went to my room to try and piece things together. This is the list I came up with:
1. She kept calling me Elizabeth which she claims is her name.
2. She forgot what happened and suddenly remembered
3. She had many blank faces throughout the day.
I think Grandmother is stuck in the past her past with her mother.
5
For the next few days I have been trying to make everything feel normal between me and Grandmother. I also made sure I had extra time to think. Trying to make everything normal was kind of difficult since I’ve only known this woman for about five days but, I managed to make it work.
After my chores I usually went upstairs to think. I just sat there and thought. I thought about various plans to get into her room and I also thought about my future. There was a mirror in my room; it was right on my vanity. I sometimes looked at my reflection. I was happy that I didn’t lose my fairy like appearance but. I it also reminded me too much of my past life. I always end up turning away resisting the urge to cry or break the mirror.
The next day Grandmother announced to me that she was running out of thread and is going to the market to purchase some more. Finally an opportunity to go into her room. I nodded and watched her walk out the door. Then I poked my head out her window to see how far she’s gotten. I saw she was already almost headed up the hill so, I poked my head back in and ran upstairs. I crept upstairs as if she was still too close to the house.
I put my hand on her door knob and it was as cold as the snow in winter. As I turned the door I felt a small freezing breeze through the small cracks. Then a gust of wind made the door fly open. Startled I jumped back in fear but, I continued to walk in. Her room was freezing! It was so cold I saw my breathe in the air evaporating. Her room looked three times the size of mine. Before I knew it I was starting to shiver frantically; I couldn’t even keep my head still. I still continued to walk. I looked at her walls and they were covered in mirrors.
There were about two hundred of them but, every single one was cracked. I looked at them in large groups all completely cracked up. I even saw some blood on some of them. I started to breathe harder and harder seeing more and more of my breathe in the air. I looked down and saw glass all over her floor. The small shards were like a carpet around her room and even her bed. I looked to my left and I saw vanity similar to mine it was also cracked but not as badly as the others.
I went over to look at it some more and behind me I saw her closet door and it was slightly opened. I went over to investigate. Her closet looked like a regular old woman’s closet. Of course I was skeptical of this so I moved some clothes over and then I saw it. It was a picture of her but there was knife through the head and the knife was bloody. The blood seemed old because it was completely dried up. I almost vomited at the site and so I ran out. But the door was closed. My eyes popped of my head. Who closed the door to the point where I couldn’t have heard it?! I ran to the door trying to force it open and it was frozen shut. I turned around slowly and then I saw her. Grandmother was right there. I was so in shock I couldn’t move.
“Hello Jesza-Mellory,” She said. I just kept staring with my eyes glued wide. I wanted to speak but the sound wouldn’t leave my mouth. I was breathing extremely hard now. “Oh so you sneak into my room and can’t even politely greet me?” She had a very sinister look on her face as if she was a demon in disguise and I just figured her out.
“He-hello Grandmother.” I now say. I’m deadly afraid of what’s going on now. I felt tears coming down but when I when I brought my hand up to wipe the tears but, my face was just cold and dry like Grandmother’s soul.
“So, what are you doing in my room?” She said in a voice as if she was pleased by what I just done.
“Well I was wondering where the random cold breeze was coming from.” I said lying through my teeth.
“Alright then you may leave.” She says to me. I practically leapt to the chance to leave. As soon as I turned around she began to laugh and said; “See I can lie too.” I turned and looked at her then she pounced on me. My life has completely flashed before my eyes, both of my lives which were very short. I fell directly on the shards and felt numerous painful stabs on my back. She picked me up and threw me towards the vanity. The force I was traveling at was so strong that I completely destroyed the mirror. I fell directly on the floor getting stabbed in the face. She came towards me and grabbed my hair and brought me to her closet and put my face a centimeter away from the picture.
“You see my mother!” She yelled at me.
“Yes!” I yelled crying. Her mother? That was her mother.
“Do you see that knife?!”
“Yes.” I said sliding as she was losing her grip.
“I did that to her because she tried to change me and if you ever try to do the same then you will join her. Understood?!” She yelled at me.
I was breathing hard but I managed to fit in the word yes.
She let me leave and I went straight to the bathroom to remove the shards that were embedded in my body.
I was so traumatized that I went to my room and fell asleep. The next day Grandmother came into my room with ten dresses all different styles. They were so beautiful.
“Try them on,” She said handing them to me. I nodded and went to the bathroom to change. They all fit perfectly. I walked back into the room with my favorite one on. It was the black one with a golden trim. I walked into the room.
“You look beautiful Jesza-Mellory.” Grandmother said with her face glowing. I smiled back at her.
“Thank you so much Grandmother. They are all so beautiful. Thank you.” I said back at her. She smiled and nodded then walked out of the room.
I opened my closet door. I saw two work dresses, three night gowns, and saw a line of five matching shoes since every two dresses were the same color just differently designed. I smiled and put the dresses on individual hangers.
I stared at my closet pleased but I also looked in confusion. Yesterday Grandmother and I had a fight proving to me that she was also and E.M.O.D. And today she comes to me with dresses and shoes. Was this her way of saying sorry? I tried not to think about it much because that would lead to me doing something and I don’t ever want to repeat what happened yesterday.
I needed to go brush my teeth and take a shower. When I walked into the bath room I saw a light pink towel, a clear tooth brush and a small pink sponge. It had a note on it, a note from grandmother of course.
These are the things you shall bathe in you have a different soap then I do which is the pink one with the cherry blossom scent. If you look around you will see many lavender things which are mine. Everything else that is pink is yours. You might find other surprises around the house. But, remember do not go in my room!
-Grandmother
After reading the note I got into the shower and used the pink soap. The sent was so soothing and relaxing. I washed up completely then I brushed my teeth. I put it in the cupboard above and found a pink hair brush next to a lavender one. I brushed my hair and found some small pieces of glass but I cleaned them off so I won’t be reminded of yesterday. I shook it off and went into my room.
I put my dirty and bloody old dress in a corner to be washed later and wore one of my work dresses. As I took out the dress I found some extra shoes that matched my work dresses and some thin silk slippers that matched my night gowns.
I went downstairs and planned not to see Grandmother and once again I am right. This time there wasn’t a note so I looked in the yard and saw her gardening.
“Grandmother?” I said unsure.
“Yes?” She replied
“Oh nothing I just wanted to say thank you for all you have done.” I said almost rushing through my sentence.
“You’re welcome child,” She said smiling at me. So, out of politeness I smiled back and turned to walk away. “Wait, I think you should explore the grounds and walk to the market and meet some people and get some friends around your age.
“Oh alright then.” I said and then I started walking down the trail. I realized if I got lost I can follow the distant chatter. I made it to the market and looked around for kids that looked my age. And I saw some girls that looked about right to I walked towards them. They looked at me and then they walked away.
That was highly rude of them but, it’s ok. Then I saw a young man, he was fairly attractive and was dressed really well. Then he saw me I didn’t know what to do so I looked away. I rolled my eyes in his direction and he smiled at me. He was alone so I had all his attention. My face flushed red and started to heat up.
He started to walk over and I was frozen. I felt a whole bunch of small movement in my stomach as if there were butterflies in them. That’s it I was getting butterflies. He was already here. I put on a huge smile one that showed all my teeth. I felt stupid because I was just standing there with a big smile not saying anything.
“Hello my name is Kalen-Drake, what’s your name?” He said. I looked into his eyes and saw how his green eyes had a tint of blue and brown.
“Oh, my name is… Jesza; Jesza-Mellory.” I said stumbling as if I have forgotten my own name.
“That is a very strange name but, I think it sounds nice I’ve always been attracted to different things.” Kalen said ending in a smile. His teeth were so clean; I looked at them and saw my own reflection but, that only made me want to look away.
“Thank you, I like your name too it sounds masculine,” I said sounding and feeling so foolish. He slightly laughed and we just stopped talking for a while. We carefully studied each other. And then he spoke.
“I think you look beautiful like a flower,” He blushed after he said that and smiled again.
“Thank you and you look very handsome,” I also blushed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“I am having a ball later on tonight and I want you to come. All the other kids that are there are too unfriendly and there are only two of them; a boy and a girl. I rather have you there and we can get to learn more about each other.” He speeded through but, I got every word.
“We just met and all I know is your name and I just came to this town I don’t know many people actually, I only know you. How am I supposed to find out where you live?” I asked. Other than that I have never been to a ball, how am I supposed to act or what should I do. I wonder if Grandmother would even let me go.
“Come back here when you see that the sun is about to some down and I will bring you over to my castle.” He answered. Castle?! He must be a royal. But, Grandmother hates the king how will I be able to go?
“But, I” I tried to say before he cut me off. He told me he had to go and he will be here at sundown.
6
I started to walk home reading at the invitation. It said:
You are cordially invited to Prince Kalen-Drake’s Ball. It shall be held this eve in thy royal castle. All invited is welcomed.
Your presence will be greatly honored
The words were written in beautiful golden words that glistened in the sun. I read it multiple times on my way back home. I saw Grandmother from the window, she was in the kitchen looking for something. I hid the invitation in a pocket of my dress.
“Grandmother I’m back from the market," I announced.
“Did you make any friends?” She asked. I did not want to lie to her so I told her I met a boy and he invited me to a ball. “What is his name?”
“His name is Kalen- Drake.” I answered I shut my eyes tight ready for the worst. Strangely her retaliation was neutral.
“And this boy did not give you a last name? I was thinking back to our conversation and there was not a last name mentioned.
“No Grandmother,” I replied. She seemed to have sensed that I was telling the truth but, still studied my tone and the way I answered her.
“Did you give him your last name?” I gave her the same answer as before. “He invited you to a ball tonight also?”
“Yes Grandmother, may I please attend?” I almost sounded as if I was begging.
“You may attend and I am also attending with you.” She said like a strict mother.
“That is not a problem at all Grandmother thank you.” I was so excited.
“When is it?”
“Tonight at sundown,” I answered practically yelling.
“It is a good thing I made you an extra dress, an evening gown actually. Grandmother said then brought it down to me. It was beautiful it was not a normal beauty not a beauty that any other dress or person can have but, it had the beauty of nature. You can see the moon glistening on the smooth water currents pushing against the rocks on a beach.
The stitching made loops and crossings all over the delicate fabric. It was thin silky evening blue ball gown with silver stitching. I felt as if my beauty did not match up with the dress. Grandmother had a dress that was golden like the sun with light yellow stiches. Her dress was also beautiful but, not as beautiful as mine. She showed me the matching shoes and they were also beautiful.
Grandmother gave me a silver clip to put in my hair. It had to gems on it that shined in the light. In a few hours I showered again and started to get dressed. When I was done I looked in the mirror and I felt so elegant. The dress distracted me from the pain in my reflection. I quickly put the clip in my hair and put on the shoes and went through the door.
I looked outside and saw that the sun was beginning to set. I called for Grandmother. I went upstairs to see what was keeping her. I climbed up the stairs gracefully and knocked on her door.
“Grandmother, are you coming?” I asked worried. There was a short pause before I got an answer.
“Jesza-Mellory I am feeling a bit ill so I will not be attending you can go without me but, leave the invitation in case I feel better and end up attending.” She says with a small crack in her voice.
“Alight I am leaving now Grandmother.” I replied to her. At first I was hesitant to leave but, I wanted to meet Kalen-Drake more. I left the invitation on the table. Then, I went out the door slowly then, I picked up my dress so it would not get dirt on it. I was waiting in the spot where I talked to Kalen-Drake.
I looked around and after a few moments I saw him walk in my direction but he was looking to his left as if he was searching for me.
I called out to him. “Kalen-Drake!” I yelled. He followed my voice and walked in my direction.
“Wow you look radiant Jesza.” He said making both of us blush.
“Why thank you. You look radiant yourself.” I replied still blushing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small medallion.
“We must get going.” He said then her grabbed my hand and we ran towards this white carriage. I never saw anything so fancy well, other than Kalen-Drake. We sat in the carriage and it was dead silent.
We finally arrived at the castle. And it seemed bigger than the forest. I was looking around amazed by all the lights and people. The glass chandelier hung off the ceiling with an astonishing glow. It was a bright light shining through the polished glass, complimenting the washed out coral ceiling.
The decorations made the room look sophisticated with a spread sparkle. The floor was dark and glossy. It was like entering a vim and elegant heaven. And the people were all magnificent and glorious in their clothing.
Kalen-Drake tugged my hand and walked me further inside. I continued to look around being hypnotized by the ball.
“Can you dance?” He asked. I used to dance around all the time when I was a fairy and I still hope I can.
“Well I can to a certain extent,” I answered. He smiled and swayed me all around the ballroom floor. My dressed flowed all around like leaves in the wind. We were slowly spinning and moving all around. The people surrounding us moved over and watched us as if we were a show. I really did not like the attention but, I kept getting distracted by Kalen.
The music was coming to an end but we were still dancing in full force. And when the music came to a stop neither of us noticed. Then some older sir made an announcement. He was announcing that King Harrington was coming. I stopped looking at Kalen and stared straight at the direction of the stairs. I was waiting for him.
