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A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 1. Scene 01
Why? How?
It only goes downhill from here.
Some mild gory descriptions.
1st January 1995
I killed my step-father.
Me, a fairy, guardian of all living things, just took away a life.
My punishment: our Mother Deity stripped me of my wings, my power, my right to be a fairy. Nothing I don't deserve.
And I have one hour to disappear. Where to, I don't know. I just can’t be with other fairies anymore - I’ll taint them.
I'm now sitting on my bed with this diary on my lap and my body hunched over it because I can't see my own handwriting. It's hard to understand those scrabbles when my hand shakes so much and tears mess up the ink. But I can't stop writing.
I'm wasting the time I should use to pack my things. I should be taking one last look at the bedroom where I grew up, and where until minutes ago the body of a man who had taken care of me for twelve years lay with a broken neck and bulging empty eyes. My life as the the High Priestess's first born started and ended here. I should be sucking up everything about this place to burn it in my memory.
Instead, my eyes are glued to this page. The words pour from my pen. Harshly, panicked. Torn. I've lost my right to talk to other fairies, so now this is all I have.
You are my confidant. My new best friend. My only way to understand my own feelings when my world is falling apart and I...
I want to cry on mum's lap, have her tell me everything is going to be fine and kiss my forehead. I want the safety of her embrace. Her soothing words of reassurance.
Of hope.
But I'll never see her again.
My time is almost up. I don't know where I'm going or what to take with me. I have to wander through the forest until I leave Floresfada, our fairy land. When I get to the other side... I don't even know what is in there. At the moment I'm not even sure I'll get that far. Particularly if I don't put this diary down right now and start packing useful survival things.
I'll go in a moment.
Oh Mother Deity of all fairies and our nature, please hear the last plea of a former humble servant no longer worthy of your compassion.
Please watch over my mother and brother, the family that is left after my unforgivable act, and give them the strength to rebuild their lives.
Please spare them from the shame of sharing their blood with a killer. They did nothing wrong. It was all my fault.
I'm not ready, but I must go.
This week the chapters will go up on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, but from next week onwards the posting schedule will be Tue-Fri-Sun instead.
I hope you enjoyed this beginning of the story and stick with Nessa for the next bit. We'll learn more about what is going on soon enough.
If you go to my website (link on my profile), you'll see a series of posts on the building to the New Year about the story's worldbuilding and characters. Might be worth checking it out...
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