She would have been a beautiful woman. Her hair was snow white at its roots gradually turning into lavender when its ends brushed her knees. Her skin couldn't be considered pale, the color was as milky white as her hair; she was born under the moon after all. Her eyes were colored like amethyst; her lips the natural deep pink of wild carnations. She would have been considered a goddess by human standard, but only if she was human.

There were three things which set her apart from her sisters. As her looks were quite common for those born at night, these three things are what made her special. The first, she was the only one born that particular night. Her flower having chosen to bloom before the light of the sun could mar the features of it's charge. The second, her wings were clear and iridescent, shining like a captured rainbow when light hit them. It was something no other fairy had, these wings like hers, and she was immensly proud of them. The third reason she was different, and at the moment bored, was the fact that she was a Fylgiar.

She served the adolescent boy in front of her, but it was terribly dull work. She missed the days long passed, where her human familiars needed her to protect them in battle, in kingship, in the realm of spirits. It used to be that those born 'in the caul', would become important people in life. They were crowned from birth so many grew to become kings, they would never drown, they held the ability to protect from evil doers and held sway over fertility. The caulbearers had two paths in life, one of dark and one of light, either way they would be immensely powerful; always having a connection to the spiritual and mystical realm. And of course, the reason she was tied to this human, caulbearers were awarded faeries.

The Fylgiar served their human caulbearer and humans served their Fylgiar when they slept, or did spiritual work. But not anymore she sighed, close to weeping for the days long passed. She'd have preffered a female at least, they were always more inclined to exploring realms other than physical ones. She frowned and a loud knock caused her ward to sit up.

...

"Shit," Charles sat up, rubbing his face. Even though he was already 18 and a senior in highschool, his parents still had issues with him bringing girls over. Well, on a school day and without their permission.

"What is it?" She mumbled sleepily, trying to curl closer to his lean, muscular form. He sighed, and pushed her away.

"I have to check if my parents are back." The girl sat up with a pout when he got out of the bed, and went to the bathroom. Her short mousy brown hair was mussed and she had no problem being bare to whoever so happened to open the door.

"Will you come back to bed if they aren't?" Charles sighed, brushing his teeth. He hated it when the girls he slept with clung, if they really understood one night stands they wouldn't get their hearts broken. "Charlie?" He grit his teeth, he hated being called Charlie.

"No, I won't. I have afternoon classes at school, actually don't you have work Monica?" He walked out of the bathroom and to his dresser, the alarm system hadn't gone off, so the knock wasn't his parents. 'Must be my fairy,' He mused to himself mockingly. After all, that was a common sound for fairies to make in the homes of caulbearers.

...

"Damn brat..." Said faery grumbled. She had to be stuck with a spiritually retarded familiar. He believed that there was nothing to be believed in. If science hadn't discovered it, it didn't exist. Yet when he learned about being born with a caul, he'd taken to the old stories and myths. He liked toying with the idea that some mystical being served him; if only because they couldn't exist. Just in case they so happened to be real, well he enjoyed the thought that a magical being was bound to a mortal such as he.

If anything, he lived up to the fertility part of the caulbearer legends. At any given moment he had 2 or 3 legitimate girlfriends, and countless other females threw themselves at him. It drove her to near insanity making sure none learned of the others, and his chosen girls stayed especially oblivious. The boy was gifted in music, the arts, sports, and general academia, but say he decided to slack off, it was her job to make sure he still got high marks.

Charles Weston, was tall with blond wavy hair and deep blue eyes. He had dimples and a wicked grin girls couldn't help but swoon for. He was an only child to two very hardworking parents who were able to retire young. He had a bright future ahead of him, and had a lot of fun in the present. He was known to everyone, was friends with everyone, the 'quiet and weird' kids his closest friends. Though of course he didn't know why.

His faery knew, as the only time this ward was bearable was when she could meet up with a few of her other sisters. Less than a handful chosen to also be Fylgiars, except they got off lucky to have spiritually open and accepting familiars. Those three other kids made up the core of his group of friends, they all lived near eachother, and although they had a harder time adjusting; being open to the spiritual realm usually meant more struggles; they still remained good friends with Charles.

She watched as the most recent sexual partner of her human got up, and began dressing herself. She kept trying to speak to him and he brushed her off as was his way. The faery sighed, and walked over to the girl, she touched her head and the girl promptly began saying her goodbyes.

"Hm... must've finally gotten through to her." Charles thought, before grabbing his keys and following Monica out. He had to go pick up Sarah, his long time girlfriend for school. They both had afternoon classes, while Lily, his recent girlfriend had half-day morning classes. Then he had to drop by Tania and Trevor's house, they were twins and two of his closest friends. Allen, the last of his core group lived next to them, so he'd be joining them for the ride to school. The fae sighed, getting ready to follow him out when a shadow caught her attention.

"What are you doing here?" She stopped and stared as the shadow grew into a woman. She bowed slightly in respect, but still wondered about her. She listened as Charles made his way out of the house, watched from the window as he pulled out.

"It is time for him." The Holy Death told her. She was a female who'd lost her name long ago, tall, wispy, in pale colors and forever sad. The first life she took was of the man she loved and until she'd taken the lives of all others she couldn't join him in eternal peace. It was a fate not many would volunteer for.

"He's only 18 years old, how can it be?" A thin, boney, hand lifted out of the gray robes.

"It will be a hot night," A spider lay in her palm, the faery sighed. "You are in luck, for it will be in his sleep, and it will be peaceful."

"Well at least I have that to look foward too, last time it was a fire. I thought I'd never recover from that horrid burning. It was unfair that you wouldn't allow me to wake her before the apartment was engulfed." She shook her head, she hated fire. She could deal with the other painful deaths involving battlefields, torture, even beheading. She hated, hated being burned alive. As much, she thought, as her familiars hated that particular death.

"You must show yourself to him, do not forget." She nodded.

"He goes to heaven, right?" In the begining she'd guide her humans to Valhalla, then it became the Elysian Fields when the Romans took over, then Heaven for the monotheists. Then, with this new age she'd taken one to Nirvana, a place she never thought to go, another even wished to go to her home; Álfheim. She sighed, she so missed the old Norse ways.

"Yes, you are to guide him, as is your duty."

"Yes, ma'am."

The duty of a Fylgiar, it ended with the death of the human familiar. The human would never see it's faery servant, not until death. If the death would be painful and violent the faery would appear as that death. She'd been burned many times during the Inquisition, she hated it. If the death would be peaceful, the ward would see the faery in all her beautiful splendor. Charles would see her at her best before she was to guide him to his eternal rest. Maybe her next human would be more interesting, she could only hope.