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He could see fire dancing inside her eyes and he knew at that instant who she was. She was the fire faerie.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 1,494 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-28-05 - id: 1924453
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Okay this is just a story that I wrote because I got some kind of Inspiration. Everything about Elemental Faeries I have made up, and some of its fromstories I've heard about mythical creatures. Okay, thank you and please review if you read this coz I would really like to know what people think.
James Fox sighed as he looked over at his textbooks. He knew he should probably do his homework, which included an excruciatingly long essay about World War II, but he couldn't help it and promised himself that he would catch up on his homework tomorrow morning. At the moment he was reading a book, Faeries. It was absolutely fascinating as it spoke about myths and folklore. His favourite was the talk about elemental faeries. Elemental faeries were faeries that were favoured by one of the four elements, earth, air, water or fire. This element gave them wisdom and particular 'powers' within their element. It has also been rumoured that elemental faeries were actually lesser gods.
James sighed as he wished that everything in this book were true. It would be so cool if mythical creatures really existed, if all these legendary tales that had been weaved over the centuries, about faeries, dragons, unicorns and other mythical creatures and their homes were true. But James knew that none of it was true and was created as bedtime stories for children and as forms of entertainment for adults, but that didn't stop him from secretly wishing.
He followed a river, its surface shining like the face of a sapphire, sprays of white, coming over the riverbed as the water hit rocks, swaying along the tunnel of earth which led it onwards.
He followed the river, watching its dance along the riverbed with a newfound fascination. As he was following the river he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He saw the woods, the trees all shinning different shades of green. The ground he was walking upon was soft yet firm, and the soil was rich. The air he was breathing was crisp and clean, and this whole place was really that of a fairytale. As he was walking, he looked ahead and saw something moving.
He saw a girl. She was the size of a human, and had long raven coloured hair. She was wearing a dark red and black skirt and a shirt to match it. Her skin was pale, like marble and her eyes were sad. As she walked the ground around her caught on fire. It was like a shield of fire that followed her; surrounded her. As she walked he followed her from a distance. Finally she stopped walking and sat down in the middle of a field. She was surrounded by black ground, with smoke rising from it. She was surrounded by death and destruction.
He couldn't believe that in a place as beautiful as this he could see such sadness. She looked up and her eyes held his. They were dark, almost as black as the hair that surrounded her face. He could see fire dancing inside her eyes and he knew at that instant who she was. She was the fire faerie.
She didn't say anything; she just looked at him, then brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly.
He watched her for a moment then took a step closer, and another, until he was right in front of her. He reached a hand out to touch her, and felt heat radiating off of her skin. She flinched away from him.
"Don't touch me." She whispered to him, her voice firm, yet magical. "It will hurt you; touching my skin."
"Why?" He asked. "Why are you destructive?"
"It is the fire inside of me. It has a wild, passion – one that cannot be contained. I cannot control it. Nothing can."
"So you are cursed to live this loneliness?"
"I am cursed to live this life of death and destruction, yes."
He shivered at her voice, at the acceptance, yet undeniable pain in it.
"I used to think there was something more." She said. "That I could one day learn to control it, to be able to live with others. But soon found that it was not to be so." Her voice was hoarse and he saw glistening dots of fire on her cheeks, which he thought must be tears.
She reached her hand out in front of her, fire leaping from her fingertips.
Impulsively he reached out and touched her arm. His hand was on her skin for a split second before he pulled back. He looked at his hand, which was red and would soon blister from the burn.
She turned and looked at him in surprise. "You are very brave. To touch me and not scream."
He nodded silently, her eyes saying she understood what his actions meant and she was grateful.
He looked at his hand, then reached over and touched his wrist with her fingers for a second. Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as when he touched her. He looked at his wrist and found that the burn was in the shape of a flame.
"The first part of the elements." She said. "It is a sign of greatness."
"Are you a goddess?" he asked.
She laughed, which was a warm and inviting sound. "No, but I have been blessed by the gods with my knowledge. Yet cursed as well."
"Why were you cursed with this, when the other elemental faeries were not?"
"Because the passion of fire is the most dangerous of them all."
'Ah, hot showers…' he thought dreamily. 'What would we do without them?' James then had the issue of dragging himself out of the shower, but he managed it and went to get dressed.
James went out into the kitchen where his mother was cooking breakfast.
"Good morning sweetie." His mother said smiling and James gave her a tired smile before going to the fridge for orange juice.
His mother then left the room, and James noticed that she'd left the lid on the saucepan, which was cooking on the stove. That was odd as his mother never left the lid on anything that was cooking. He went over to take the lid off.
"Careful, that's hot." His mother called out, as she entered the room.
It was too late though, as James grabbed the lid, but quickly let it go as the heat hit his hand.
Sweetie, let's have a look at your hand." His mother said, and he held his hand out. "Ow…that will blister." His mother said as she looked at his red hand. "You were brave, for not screaming when you touched it."
James nodded and put his hand under the cold tap. He looked at his wrist and kind of smiled as he realized there was a burn on it the shape of a flame. That would look cool when it healed.
The fact that he hadn't even burnt his wrist hadn't crossed his mind…
"James, are you ready to go?" His mother called out a few minutes later and James quickly picked up his copy of Faeries, before running out after his mother.
"Because the passion of fire is the most dangerous of them all."
As he got into the car James suddenly remembered his dream from the night before. On the ride to school he looked out the window, watching the streets go past, watching the parks, the buildings. Just watching and thinking…and wondering.