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Tale As Old As Time
We were there first. Before New York was New York, before technology, before cars, before humans, we were there. We were at home, in the holes on the sides of the tallest maple trees and in small wooden huts, built from sticks and stones. When magic was pure and the different creatures that inhabited the area were at peace. No prejudice, no fear, no judgement. The Centaurs could run freely, shooting arrows to the wind. Mermaids with locks of real gold could swim, with out fear of being hunted. And my people, could fly through the air and help those who needed it, with out fear of being captured for our rare magical capabilities.
These are the times I miss. When my family was whole, my brothers, my parents. When I had friends that were just like me. But there was no one. Nobody left after human civilization came in and destroyed everything I had come to know. When New York City became New York City, the Faerie numbers dwindled. Being naturally friendly and helpful creatures, many of my kind set out to assist these new life forms that had began building a settlement right in our Marsh, unaware of a thing called greed. I was more skeptical. However, even my own parents too went out to assist these things, because it was their 'duty.'
As 'men' began to notice our incredible abilities to manifest things out of thin air, fly and basically give you anything you could possibly imagine at the snap of a finger, my kind quickly learned what greed was. Most of my people were captured and forced to produce gold and food. Quickly, their magic supplies would die, unable to replenish in the crystal waters from the Marsh that many of us took refuge in. And everybody knows, once a Faeries magic supply runs out, death is not too far behind.
That's how I lost my whole family. I waited for days for them to return, before finally going to investigate. After nearly getting captured myself, I flew down a dark alley, where I saw the bodies of my families, thrown in the street, naked and all used up. I fled to the Marsh. My heart was pounding, anger was blazing and tears were flying as I zipped to my house. My chest hurt so badly, like it was splitting in half. Slamming the door to our stone house, I dropped from the air in a heap.
Sobs wracked my body for some time at the memory of the sight of my dead family. I had hardly noticed the glow coming from outside, as I wept. Eventually, after all of the tears had escaped my body, I lifted myself to my feet, my translucent purple-gold wings dragging behind me as I forced myself to move across the cold floor. My head hung equally as low as my wings, sorrow filling my heart to the brim. And then the sorrow spilled over, but I had no time to act on that and no more tears left to cry. My village, all of the wondrous creatures I have grown up with, their homes, their families, all set a blaze. Seemingly, a group of men had found it and were pillaging it, looking for more of my kind, and finding many other useful creatures. I watched the remaining members of my tribe, my extended family being dragged away. Quickly, I grabbed what I could for supplies and also a large jar and flew out to the Marsh. Luckily, though I didn't know this now, if I didn't want to be seen by the humans, then I wouldn't be seen. I hurried to gathered as much of the crystal laced water as I could and high tailed it for the hills with the few supplies I had.
I had no time to cry anymore, I had to learn to use my powers now not for helping people, but to defend myself. I have spent years training. I have become lethal, if I have to be. I learned to fire blasts of energy from my palms, cloak myself from the untrained eye and most importantly, I learned how to make more of my Life Water, using what I had gathered. I have gone from a care-free teenage Faerie, to an adult and the change happened with in a 24 hour period.
Its been 100 years now, if not more. I don't know. I don't even know my age. I lost track, stopped caring to celebrate alone. I didn't want to remember the wondrous festivities that used to take place for birthdays, back when my home was home. I didn't want to remember anything.
I just wanted to survive and continue hoping I could find somebody like me. But I know I'm nothing like the rest of them. Instead of normal, rounded ears, I had pointed ones with 3 different gem earrings on each lobe. Instead of walking on my feet, I choose to fly through the air, my beautiful purple wings carrying me with ease, the scrolling design and the gold sheen that shone in the right light. They were beautiful, but now hardly anybody got to enjoy their beauty, including me. I prefer to hide in the dark now. I knew I would never fit in safely, even though people had long forgotten about my people's powers, so I hid in the shadows.
In this world, different was bad.