This is my second story – although it's published on the same day I posted my first story….ah well, I shall continue on once I get a good amount of reviews that I'm happy with – actually one review would make me extremely happy! So anyways if there is anything I need to fix in here or add please tell me! Also, I don't exactly know where this story is going so advice would be great! Thanks! And read on – if I have any readers…? Whatever -
The Spikes on the Tale
Chapter 1: My story
Smiling faces. Light gleaming. Merry thoughts. Warmth flooding all over. My memories as someone young. Some toddler in the real world.
Glistening wings. Grotesque skin. Secrets contained. Magic seeping in all over. Those are my memories in my dreams.
Entering two new worlds at the same time brought me high up and other people down. They, unlike me, couldn't even breath in the magic that radiated out from me.
My parents weren't the kind to stash away all of my happiness. No, they accelerated my magical fever even higher. Some people would complain that this was mutiny. A child like me that's only three months old shouldn't act like I was in a sugar rush when I was listening to stories about myths.
When I turned one I knew a whole bunch of words. Words like fairies, trolls, giants, dwarves, mermaids, dragons, elves, angels, wizards, and magic. The sad part was that I didn't even know what tears looked like and never felt even a pinch of jealousy towards something.
All of that changed though when my grandmother got word of things and straightened everything up with my parents.
When they came home a month after I turned six news of disaster forced its way into my mind.
That day I learned how to cry and learned many dark and evil things that shouldn't have been spoken to my mind. My grandmother called this justice.
She says truth is greater than lies, even when lies are to protect others and truth is to destroy you. She said people had a right to take away someone's hopes and dreams just so someone could finally hear the nasty truth that could even tear up people in their adult years.
I never even liked my grandmother but now I hated her. She brought evil thoughts into my mind and death in my heart; something a six year old shouldn't have.
I started muttering words behind people's backs that wasn't even right. I never did that but my eight year old self took hold of it when my grandmother said more things that darkened my soul.
Our neighbor (who was my grandmother, moving to ensure that my life wasn't abolished by my parents) was evil. I knew it and every night I wished upon the moon for the devil to take her away.
She didn't last much longer in my life though. For she died of a heart attack (probably 'cause of how fat she was) and died a day before my birthday.
That birthday I turned ten was the best ever 'cause then all of the good things came rushing back into me. My parents also went back to their supporting selves and I felt like a little three year old once again.
After those dark years I grew stronger in my imagination and I saw fairies flitting around in the yard. Dwarves also popped up from the hedges and odd strangers suddenly transformed into zooming insects once they caught my eye. I didn't believe this was only my imagination.
Disaster struck again though when I caught wind of someone moving in next door to us' in the same house the old, fat, miserable and evil lady whom was grandmother used to live in.
One day after walking back from school, our new neighbor, Felicity, saw me trotting along and waved at me. My reply was to glare at her coldly and just walk away. Apparently she got a bit curious of me about why didn't treat her respectfully and decided to invite herself over.
When I walked inside the house that day I finally saw her clearly. She seemed to be around twenty years old and had short brown hair with clear hazel eyes. Her thin lips shined with her pearly white teeth stayed in my memory forever then because she appeared to never stop smiling.
I had dropped my backpack to the ground with a loud and obtrusive thud.
My feet didn't even slow down when I passed my parents and Felicity. Although I kept my eyes steady on her, a suspicious glint inside to hint that she not going to stay here for long.
"Guinevere! Come back here!" My mom had then commanded me.
"What? Why?" I kept walking on.
Guinevere! Don't be rude…she never acts like this," she then whispered to Felicity.
"I'm doing my homework!" And after that no one argued for me to stay down there anymore after I locked myself inside my room.
Red paint reflected the light from outside as I drew up my windows. Before me awaited my desk and I gladly sat down in relief. Scaly dragons, tall elves, multi-colored fairies, bald giants, magic consuming people, bright angels, and other creatures faced me. I had drawn all of them in hope of them coming alive and rushing me off to an adventure.
Scribbled words floated off pages of stories I've written to shoot me off into an amazing life.
Soon, all of my happy memories melted away as the door opened up to reveal Felicity.
"Hello, Guinevere," she said in her rich silky voice. I suddenly became jealous that she had a better voice than my croaky one.
"Having a good time – oh, you draw and write? How magnificent!"
I snorted.
"Guinevere, why do you hate me?" she finally gave in.
Her answer was never given and she gave up.
Unfortunately, I later learned that my parents had betrayed me.
They told Felicity about the nasty old neighbor which was my grandmother that seemed to have hypnotized this family into evil thoughts. Felicity seemed to have taken this information into great care for she called me the next day.
"Hey Guinevere," she said on the other line.
Silence.
"Ah, well, I can tell you still dislike me but I'm nothing like your grandmother. Honestly, I'm the exact opposite. Let me just explain something to you that you'll love to hear –" but I didn't hear the rest when I abruptly hung up the phone immediately.
Unfortunately, Felicity was still trying for me to like her but it didn't work until one day.
One night I heard a stranger noise. My eyes popped wide open and what I saw outside of my window amazed me.
A small body with a tiny fist was knocking on the glass of my window. Two golden wings were attached to its back. Long golden hair waved all the way down to her tiny bare feet.
I shot out of my bed like a bullet and streamed out to my backyard and what I glimpsed out there amazed me.
Candles holding writhing golden flames brought out the fluttering beings flying in the air. Fairies. Small people with upraised faces that held grumpy emotions stood on the ground in a downcast mood. Dwarves. Dragonflies flitted around everywhere and one even turned itself into a toad as it came crashing down to the ground.
In the middle of it all stood Felicity. My hatred towards her shattered as I ran over.
"So this is real," I said through tears, "it's not my imagination."
"Guinevere, it was never your imagination," and then, Felicity became a good friend of mine.
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My life seemed to be made of polar opposite neighbors with dreams and nightmares mixed in but there's more to it. Felicity soon showed my parents this new world and they seemed to have woken up from a distant dream and became more carefree.
A year later Felicity became my godmother as my parents became ever closer to her.
Felicity told me many stories which I eagerly wrote down. I loved all the characters in her stories, even the evil ones.
I began searching for hidden creatures and they presented themselves to me for they felt my aura strong and trustworthy.
My parents did the same but went on even more extraordinary ones. This went on for about two years. And when I turned twelve I had many friends that belonged in a different world. I had no clue where they came from but didn't dwell too much on the thought.
Felicity took me to many places and presented me many fascinating things. One time I had spotted an elf and had gone up and hugged him right on the spot. Elves are tall and flawless so I had held onto his slim waist while he stood there bewildered.
One other time I had even glimpsed a dragon's egg. It was a purple mottled color and was as big as a small TV. We had to hurriedly dash out of there though when a huge blue dragon marched over to guard her offspring.
My parents had come home many times from other adventures and told fascinating tales. My life was content.
But one day my parents went off for an adventure and never came back. I shrugged this off for one of their adventures had lasted for at least two whole days.
On the third day of their absence Felicity came in to find me watching TV all by myself. She asked where they were but I had no answer to that.
Three years later and I still don't.