I didn’t understand

I didn’t understand. It felt strangely simple, and it frustrated me more, because of that. Why could’nt I figure it out? Why can’t I understand? I drove my head between my knees, tangling my small fingers in my hair, screaming my frustrations to whatever beings of the world I am in to dance along to. I stopped my blood-trilling calls of anges white fury for a moment to catch my breath, only to have it hitch. A second snapping, of a twig, reached my ears and my body tensed unwillingly. Somewhere, an Understanding reached me. I needed to relax and prepare to defend myself. Breathe, quietly, but breathe.

I willed –more of forced- my body into a fearful relaxation. I could convince what ever shreds were left of my mind to do as I wished, but I could feel them burning and shriveling in their insanity. Before I could react, a tall, slender and unimaginably beautiful and graceful woman stood before me. But something was off. A flicker caught my eye and I realized she was hovering in the air, on silken wings, that of an overgrown butterfly. Whatever they were.

“Who are you…?” The tongue she spoke in was foreign, I understood that much, but I didn’t have an Understanding of why I could translate the words to a language that seemed to be my native. It just was, and there shouldn’t be anything more to it.

“I… I don’t remember…” I fought back the streams of salty liquid that had often streamed down my face, it hurt. Understanding’s forced the words from my quivering lips, though they cracked with fear. She leaned in the air, cupping my face in her hands like a newfound lover, and the pools of shining azure were sparkled with intelligence, but frosted over with an unidentifiable age.

“Do not fear, my Lost One, we shall regain your Understanding,” she whispered with that melodic voice that seemed even to divine for something as gorgeous as her. For a split second, I thought I had physically heard the words, but she breathed an Understanding to me, and I realized I had felt her whisper them in my mind.

“Who are you?” I asked, returning the question I recalled her asking me beforehand.

“I am the Faerie, Cassandra,” she breathed into my mind, giving me the Understanding of memory.

“Can you do…” I searched for a moment, through the doors that had just began opening in my tattered mind, as it healed itself piece by piece, “Magic?” I finnaly found it and breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, her eyes narrowing.

“Never speak such Blasphemy in the forest of the Faerie, boy,” she growled, her voice taking a physical form now, and it brought a darkness to my view of her. She carried a thick, rarely used, gravely voice. I nodded and she removed her hand. She brought herself up with more pride, as if she had suddenly found herself doing something untowardly. “I apologize, child…” The mind-whisper was back. “For my mistake, you do not have all of the holy gift of the Understanding. My beings, coming from a race of the Divine, do not require such a low trechery on God’s playing ground, we are Faerie, why would we do magic?”

“You don’t,” she smiled, as my mind finally repaired, then with a smooth motion of gentle grace she brought her full lips down on mine and breathed my Understanding back to life.