The Dark Days

                Back in the days of Mother Luna starting to grow old, everyone was tranquil and nice. Everyone was carefree and always gave each other happy smiles for they were all equals and all thought the exact same way. However, when a young girl of the farm field's daughter came to the world, that's when people started to learn of people being different. Unfortunately, no one accepted her to be different, except her family. The young girl as she got older learned she had a disadvantage that no one told her about. She could never play. Could never run in the fields with the children. It wasn't like she didn't have the physical ability to do so. It was just that they would always do these events at night. When the Full Moon would be out. No clouds to hide Her. The Moon would watch the children play for She is the Guardian of the Night. The children would get blessings from Her, but the young girl could never have any. For she will die if she got a slight exposure of the Moon and its radiant light...

               The young girl strolled around the quiet space of the old farmer's home. Her mother and father was fast asleep and she just sat on the floor. She closed her eyes in the darkness of the relaxing room in her house. In the relaxing room, there are three pillows for them to sit on, a beautiful painting of a waterfall and three windows; but they are never open to the outside world. Never to reveal the light of the Moon or the heat of the Sun. Her dad says it's to make sure the relaxing room doesn't get hot for it wouldn't be enjoyable to relax. There is also a fan in the far corner of the room. The young girl turned it on, and felt the breeze wash over her softly. 

              She imagined herself to be running in the fields with the other young children. She saw her hair blowing left and right and saw herself not getting hurt from the Moon's light. She was able to hear Her whisper about the blessings that each child got during the time of the Full Moon. The best of all of the vision would be for the young girl to not die from experiencing it. She made her hands turn into fists as she cried to herself. She found it not fair that she couldn't do what the other children were able to do without death hanging on their shoulders. She wanted to, but she knew she couldn't. 

            She jumped a little as she suddenly heard the young children scream on their way back to the village. She saw many of them running with their happy faces. Their eyes take a new, refresh look to them. They were gone in a flash from view and she looked down; feeling a dark angry feeling creeping inside her. Her fists were uncurled and flat on the floor. They were clawing at the floor, making her nails broken and blood flowed out of them a little. She made ravenous noises like a beast and soon started to cry a deep one that she never did before. She felt tears crawling all over her face and fell down to her hands and the floor around her. As she cried the deep emotions out of her heart, she felt herself becoming more light inside herself. She felt something grow inside her, a new goal that overcame her deepest fears. 

          She got up without even thinking and strolled out of the door. She didn't realize it herself, but she did it anyways and soon started to run to the fields. When she got to the Tunnel Trees, that were at the entrance of the village, that's when she stopped. She shook her head and then backed away. 

          "What am I doing? Trying to suicide that's idiotic!" She told herself off.

          She then turned around and soon walked back when suddenly heard someone in the distance going through the Tunnel Trees. She span around and with her weak eyes, saw a short man in the distance, wearing the boots that made soft padding noises on the floor of the trees. Suddenly, she realized it wasn't a short man, but a young boy and by her heart, she ran with eyes wide. She outstretched her arms and called out, "Michael!"

          The boy didn't stop, not sure because he didn't hear or he was ignoring her, but she raced all of her might with her arm reaching towards him. She eventually caught his sleeve before he left the Tunnel Trees. He turned around and all ready the girl fell to the floor very weakly. He sat beside her right away and held her head up in his arms. His brown bangs flew in the soft breeze that covered his clear sky blue eyes. He spoke in a soft but stern voice, "What are you doing here?! Are you trying to kill yourself?"

          The young girl looked up with her eyes gaining energy swiftly, "What about you? You have to go home to your parents." She suddenly lost the energy and started to cough and gave raspy breaths. He brought her up as he carried her in his arms to her house quickly.

"We need to get you out of being exposed to Her." He explained.

"But that's not the reason you didn't leave with the other kids. You need to get home yourself..."

The girl was quieted as the young boy put his thin finger to her mouth.

"No need to talk off. You can tomorrow when I will see you in the morning."

She gave a soft nod as the young boy went through the doorway and put her down on the floor. He went down the hall and got two futons, two pillows, and two blankets as he laid them on the floor.

"Get ready for bed. I'm going to prepare the beds." He instructed.

She didn't ask anything about it as she left him alone in the relaxing room. She was use to this by now since he was pretty much like family to her. She started to undress into her pajamas in her room as she heard a soft knock on her door.

"It's done and may you give me the usual?" A voice came from the other side.

"Thank you and of course." She replied.

As she went to her desk that's in the small room that only fitted the two futons, the desk and a box that held her clothing, there was a pile with a shirt and pants that also held the many journals of her drawing, pencils, and notebooks for her writing. She then put the work clothes that was a green shirt with brown overalls in the box, and put her big brown shoes with her long white now brown socks on top of the box. She took the small red ribbon she wore everyday out of her small pony tail and made her short straight hair fall messily around her face. She kissed the cloth and patted it gently as she laid it gently next to her shoes.

"Good night Grandma Nora. I'm glad to be named after you and may wearing this ribbon make me feel connected to you." She whispered as she closed her eyes.

She opened them quickly after she "told" her grandma about her day in the fields. She took the pajamas for the young boy in her arms as she closed the door silently behind her and walked down the very small hall that went straight to the relaxing room. She walked softly barefoot on the nice, non-squeaky wooden floorboards. Her short brown hair now down gently covered her green eyes as she saw in the darkness the young boy laying down on his futon. He got up at the immediate sound of her presence. He gave her a friendly smile and took the clothes with careful hands away from hers. There fingers brushed slightly, but neither of them noticed. It was his turn to then walk away to her room to change.

When he was away it was then she started to grab her hand and blushed in the darkness that swarmed her. She ran onto her futon, hid under the covers, and tried to fight a giggle that started inside her. Her heart raced in her rib-cage and she focused on her breathing to try to calm her emotions. She soon felt it waver from her and just in time too as the young boy came back and laid on his futon. She turned to face him; her whole body buried in the blanket besides her eyes and hair. He stared back in the similar position, but his eyes weren't cheery, but filled with a deep emotion of worry.

"Why did you go out there? You could have been touched by Her and would had been over for you." He asked her; his voice slightly shaking.

"But I didn't did I?" She argued back, "So we got nothing to worry about."

"I'm not the only one worrying. Your parents, I am, and probably your grandma as well..."

"Don't ever bring her up!" She snapped and her heart raced with fury. "You don't know what's she like! Only I know and no one else! Just leave her out of this....please."

The boy didn't argue and made a simple nod. "Fine. I'm sorry. Good night."

He turned away which made the young girl's heart drop and felt it roll off the futon that she laid in. She didn't expect his good way of ending conversations before them turning into knifes and guns word wars, could had affected her so deeply; like if she wanted something else to happen. She then nodded to the young boy's turned head and sighed deeply with a "Good night" reply back. She heard a slight movement which she guessed it was his head nodding now as she slowly fell asleep into the darkness of the relaxing room that surrounded them. 

The Falling

Shake shake

Rumble rumble

Stumble stumble

Whoops I fell.

No,

Not down the rabbit hole,

But I fell down,

And was falling for a long time.

Falling,

And more falling,

And even more of the dirt flying.

I saw even animals growing wings to go upward.

I wanted to fly like my heart told me to do as well,

But I knew all ready,

That I can't.

As the dark of the unknown hole crept around me,

I tried to look around for something to stop me from this on-going falling.

I grabbed branches,

Roots sticking out with the help of my long arm that doesn't have fingers,

Magical ivy that grow slowly outward,

Even digging my claws to the side of the walls,

But nothing could stop me from this forced downward.

As I soon saw the ground below me,

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the worse,

But I felt myself slow down,

And I fell on my feet,

On my all fours and my ears giving a few happy twitches.

I guess what they say its true that cats land on their feet.

Frindle's Rising Chapter 3

When Frindle ruled, she had many feelings of torture, but her heart was still burning for the kin who shall have the touch that she seeks. However, while she has to work, controlling the people that despises her, the dark heart is now starting to open for more...

    “So what shall we do with this annoying pest? Burn him at the stake? Get the guards to brutally beat him? Or execution if you feel bloody?” A small, lanky fey guard asked the mighty Frindle.

    The ideas swam in her head like water, but she just crossed her knees in her white gown and looked down with disgust. She snickered below her at an old man with wrinkles that went over his eyes, but he still tried to give her the innocient puppy dog look to her. She, however, saw no simpathy as she ordered, "Take him to the dungen. I'll deal with him later once the punishment comes to mind."

     With a swift of her hand, two guards came up and dragged him out. The man then screamed, pleading to be released: "No! I won't make it! I won't make~"

      Two large doors slammed shut as they left out of the room. Frindle groaned as she moved to a different position in her seating. She at first looked down and made a low bow of her head. 

Killing fey just doesn't feel the same anymore. It makes the world feel...empty. 

                She then looked up to the ceiling; seeing the parlor designs of leafy greens, animals and plants that sprouted in the masterpiece. Everything in the ceiling was perfectly detailed and back in the time before Frindle, it was suppose to represent the happiness in the people of fey. As she stared at it, her eyes turned a little happy at the sight, but was quickly clouded as the evil boiled in the blood again. 

             "I'll have to change that later." She noted to herself. 


             The small guard from before came back into the dark protruding room, this time with a young boy. His hair was silver white and he stared at the ground with his pale grey eyes. Frindle examined the young boy for sometime; almost amused with his appearance. The guard ruined her thoughts as he told her coldly, "This boy has no name, no family, and no home, but he still thought it was okay to throw rocks at your statue mistress..."

             "Silence you innocent fool! Are you blind to think that I'm not paying attention. I swear you are a waste of Lyfe's creation!" Frindle shouted to the guard who shrank down in his place.

              The guard almost cried, but still tried to hold firm as Frindle changed her tone and looked at the young boy who was quiet all this time. She lifted her arms and suddenly, beside her was two bat-like wings. She stood up from her golden throne that she sat for the past years. Her feet made creaking sounds and a giant snap that even phase Frindle the slightest. The boy finally took a small, secretive look to Frindle; still keeping his head low.


               He saw many stairs that were covered with a red carpet that had yellow golden trimming. The glass windows that hovered next to the vast throne were tinted black. She snapped her fingers and fire sparked in the palm of her hands. She made the fire spread across the dark room, making the candles that hung high in their chandlers that were attached to the ceiling. The candles mystically shined as the fire danced on top of the wax that will never melt. The new, now brightly lit-room, revealed how vastly large the room was including the throne in the eerie glow of candle light. It showed how detailed the throne was from the arm rests golden decorations to the long red carpet, which had tiny details that the human eyes can never see. The decorations of fey that swarmed around the head of the throne even seemed to become alive again. Frindle's eyes soon adjusted to the light that seemed ages she had seen it.

      She took her bare feet that seemed so swollen compared to the rest of her thin body and went down the dozens of stairs. The room was quiet as she took every step; besides the fire that made flickering noises. The boy's heart raced while Frindle's heart slowed like if it was going to give out anytime soon. The guard was backing away into his now lit corner as he knew what was going to become of the poor boy. When Frindle was at the last step, she looked down at the boy with her fiery violet eyes that glowed with a tint of red. She wore two black gloves and slowly took them off. She threw them to each side of the boy exactly on the same line. She went on one of her knobby knees and stroked the boy's hair. The boy twitched violently, but Frindle softly said, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Do you have a name young child?"


        The boy shook his head and still quivered like a puppy who knew he was going to kicked. Frindle stopped stroking and put her hand down, "You have no name? Such pity..."


         The guard gasped in shock, making the nameless fey boy and Frindle turn their hands. "Get out of here!" Frindle ordered.


          The guard happily obligeded to leave and the two grand doors made a loud horrendous noise that echoed in the room. It made them silent for a while as they listened for the echoing to die away. Frindle turned when she thought it was the appropriate time and sat on the stairstep. She patted a seat next to her.


          "Come, sit." She said in the unusual nice tone.


           The boy did what she asked and still was looking down. He put his hands between his knees and lowered his head.


            The boy asked in a shy tone, "A-Are you going to k-kill me?"


            Frindle looked horrerfied at this question; like if it was a request. 

             "No! Why would I? You seem a very good-looking fey out of all the ugly and tremendous fey in all of Frindle Land. Why would I kill you... It would seem wrong."


              "But you slaughtered all of the other fey." He pointed out and turned one eyes to her, "So why don't you want to kill me?"


               Frindle suddenly backed away and was now on her feet. She looked at the boy and took a hand out, "Please... Please stay with me. I won't hurt you like any of the others."


              "You promise?" The boy asked, now standing.


               Frindle nodded and took both of his hands, her right grabbing his left and her left grabbing his right. She then looked to the boy in his pale, curious eyes. "Shall you want to do the Strict Vow of Bond?"


                The boy nodded, "Yes, but on one condition. If you shall hurt any fey with the touch of metal, your kin in the future shall come back and take thou's place."


               Frindle nodded, with her eyes wide with the idea of the kin coming back and will rule more with the iron power she greedily wanted to live on. She closed here eyes and bent her head upward and out of her lips, a harsh tone came:

Fear the wood

Fear the fire

Feed on the dust of the world,

                        As she said this, the winds in the room started to rush around. Her left arm growing a glow inside.

And things shall get brighter.

Obey the rules of the bond,

                    The glowing shot through her veins, bringing pain to Frindle's body as it zipped around in the boy's; making him grunt a little from the pain and was shot back into her right arm.

Or the consequence shall haunt for days.

Let the pain never rest between the two fey,

Or they both shall die in vein.

                Then the light inside the right arm went inside the boy's body again and as it went back to Frindle's body, it stopped at the mid-section of where the young boy and Frindle's hands linked.  Frindle opened her eyes and took a step closer; putting the hands to her chest.

                 "For my promise now. I want you to stay here and for you to become my child. I shall give you name that belonged to my father and my father's father: Ericolyn. Shall you take the names, the powers of both will be granted to you if I fail to succeed your request."


Now the bond has been completed!
Away with thee!

            Then the glowing grew like if it was getting inflated with an unknown air source, was shattered into golden dust and rained down below their feet. Frindle started at the boy who showed no feelings towards her. She tucked him under her arm and led him out of the room with her other arm out stretched, "Welcome to your new home, Colyn."

To be continued...