Notice the three exclamation points after the title. They’re there because I am using 25 prompts for this. I’m sweating just thinking about writing this. Just kidding. XD But seriously read this if you have about an hour to kill and a really good interpreter of what this story actually means. XD
It was an ordinary afternoon. Well ordinary for me anyway. For you writing your first novel while your dragon friend watches you may seem anything but normal. But for me, Sarah Faith, it is perfectly regular.
You see I began writing my story down last year when I had to leave my home for the very first time in my life. It was also the last time I would see my home. I hugged my brother goodbye in the dead of night. The day before though had been a terribly emotional day because I knew it was the last day I would be on earth. I sat in my school desk for hours after the final bell rang. No one stopped me. They just let me sit and think. Before long I was completely engulfed in my thoughts, but my brother rescued me out of them and brought me home for the last time.
My sisters were sitting on the stairs waiting for me. They had lonesome looks on their faces, but none of them said a word. One by one they all gave me a hug and then slowly I picked up the mirror. You see mirrors are passages to fantastic worlds guarded by creatures called The Ferrymen. If the Ferryman inside the mirror allows you you can pass through to the next world.
In a matter of seconds a Ferrymans face appeared. He had a long nose and grey looking skin.
“Hello. I’m Dawn. And you are…” He said sounding quite annoyed.
“State your reason for wanting to enter the land of the Faeries.”
“I…uh… It’s sort of private.” I stammered. I should of expected them to ask this, but I had no response prepared.
“I can’t help you.” He said rudely. Then the mirror went black. I called out his name in the silence. Like he would actually hear, like he would actually care.
My only chance of traveling to the world was gone. It seemed all hope was lost, but suddenly another face flickered onto the mirror. She had shimmering blue eyes and silky looking hair and in her hands shone tiny glowing butterflies. A faerie. A real life faerie. My mouth opened in surprise and then I was sucked into the mirror.
I landed a second later, after feeling like all of my body had been torn apart and then resembled, with a loud thump right in the middle of a stream. All my clothes were sopping wet and my hair felt heavy and disgusting.
But I needed to hurry. Follow the stream they told me. I could worry about the beautiful Faerie girl and why she brought me here later. Step after step my legs became more and more tired, but I had to get to the lake of stars. That’s where I needed to go to find my friends.
Not all haunted places are houses, you know. That’s what I told myself as I walked through the forest filled with thick trees. I swore I saw smoky white figures walking around when it got dark. But I just kept walking. My clothes eventually dried, but the longer I walked the more hungry I got. Slowly fatigue was pulling me down. I needed rest. I need a place to stay. Finally after hours of walking I found an empty village. It was like a ghost town. I saw no one. But I need a place to stay and this was my best bet. So I found a small house and slid open the door, reviling lock after lock broken open. What it said on the back of the door left me puzzled. Scratched in the rotting wood was: The worlds not safe anymore.
After a few deep breaths I continued into the house. In the tiny kitchen I found cans of soup and opened them gratefully. I dared not look at the expiration date. It filled my empty stomach and that’s all that mattered. Slowly I wandered the house the next morning after I’d slept on the bare floor. All I found in the empty bedroom was a box. Bad memories. Do not open. It said.. I couldn’t help myself. I opened it. I mean as soon as someone says don’t do something it’s almost impossible not to do it.
Inside were a stack of letters and old black and white photographs. One photo was of a girl with fire in her hand she looked happy and seemed to be dancing in the dark. I found an old worn out newspaper clipping. It was all about how a little girl had gone missing in the forest. A shiver ran up my spine. Next I took a look at one of the letters. All it said was:
No one comes back after they stray past the border. What lies beyond is unknown. It is cunning. It is brave, it’s brutal, it’s relentless, and it’s hunting us. You have been warned
I ran out of the house after that. Running away from the dead village. Whatever happened there was bad and I wanted to be as far away from it as possible. What I didn’t know was someone was watching me the entire time. They were dressed entirely in black and had a long bow ready to fire. They even watched me open the forbidden box.
But I kept running oblivious to everything around me. I ran through a grave yard with train tracks underneath my feet and watched a married couple weep over a grave that was marked with disturbing words. The grave read: here lies a man who was not of this earth. I ran harder my lantern and hair swinging wildly.
But eventually after a week of hard days and dark nights I came to where I need to be the shimmering lake of stars and in it’s shinning waters stood my friends. I tried to run out to them, but every time I moved closer they seemed to move farther away. As I kept moving their white dresses became more and more wet. The didn’t look at me. They didn’t see me. It was like they were in another world. Soon they were almost completely underwater and if I moved any closer they might drown. Slowly I started to cry. What else could I do? I would never reach my friends alive. I had no choice but to leave them.
My tears fell and mixed with the sparkling water. I didn’t know where to go after that. I was left feeling empty inside. I had nothing. No where to go, nothing to do. I just wandered around and around endlessly. Eating when I could, holding my stomach in hunger when I couldn’t.
One fateful day I found a place in the forest I had never been before. It had a sign. A sign saying just what I needed to hear. Here Be Faeries. Maybe I could make a home here. But just then a tiny blue winged faerie fluttered in front of me. I recognized her immediately. It was the faerie from the mirror.
“Who are you and why did you help me?” I asked softly, as if I spoke to loud she might run away.
“You know who I am.” She whispered and then flew away off into the tree.
“No come back, please help me!” I yelled after her.
“You don’t need me. Remember this: She needed a hero so that’s what she became.”
I yelled at her with all my anger to come back, but she didn’t come back. Once again I was alone in the world.
And that’s as far as I’ve written in the story of my life. The rest is too painful to even put into words. Slowly I climb onto my dragon friends back and we take flight. Flying to where I now call home. There I can relax and be myself. I can forget about the box of bad memories, and stop reliving the past. I can just stare at the bottles filled with colorful sand for hour and hours and let my worries escape me. I’ve collected the sand from every place of visited. Forty bottles in total. But the one I love and cherish the most is the least colorful one. The one filled with boring beachy sand. The one from earth. I hug it close to me every night before I go to sleep and sometimes I can imagine that I’m back home in my own room, in my own house, with all my sibling close by. Sometimes I just feel the cool heavy glass pressed against my skin, like the weight of reality pulling me down.
Gaaaahhh! XD I can’t believe I used that many prompts. I kind of traded quality for quantity though, it’s not my best piece of writing. Oh well. 🙂