Winter's Child
By: Cynder2013
Twelve long years ago on the first night of the coldest winter remembered, a baby was born. When she was born every Faerie in the normally cold court of Winter held their icy breath. The child was a pale, sickly thing with no energy even to cry. She lay in her cradle, silent and still as a rock. Even the kind, old mother bird of the nurse thought she wouldn't survive the night. However, I did.
My name,my true name is Irenatin Sariamai Tiffawany. I, not my excitable elder brother Ash, am the youngest child of Mab, Faerie Queen of the stonehearted Winter Court none of whom know I'm alive. Not my blissfully ignorant brothers, the baker, the broken baker's boy, or the wailing banshees. This is why I am out of view.
I watch the magical dancing from between the wall and an intricately carved screen put there for me. The swamp of people makes it almost impossible to pick out faces and in the babble of sounds I can't hear anyone's voice. I run a hand over the bumpy, cool screen and see the colourful gowns and the sweet, light as air cakes being eaten. Inside the massive ballroom the air is clear; the ceiling reaches as high as the clouds. I look around and my mother catches my eye. I can tell she has been putting off this moment for as long as her cruel kindness would let her. I stand on my unsteady leg and grab my crutches. All I can hear now is the swish and thud as I make my way back to my rooms.
A/N I found and edited this so I thought I'd post it. Hope it was ok.
