I woke with a groan to a blinding light. "Javan, get your lazy bum up. You have work to do." I moaned and rolled onto my stomach. The blankets were suddenly wrenched away.

"Hey!" I sat up and glared into the face of my father. His broad shoulders set straight, his jaw firm, and wide. His large hands held my blanket. His blue eyes were angered and lines ran across his forehead. His blond hair cut short, not even touching his ears.

"Javan, do you think you can just sleep the day away? Fure'n is waiting for you."

I sighed and slowly got up and out of bed, my father watching, and a hand on his hip, the other still clutching the blanket. I stared at it as I slowly got dressed. As I was pulling over my shirt, my father angely threw the blanket and gave a strangled yelp. He strode over to me and pulled the shirt over my head. Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me out the door. He was mad.

"You go to Fure'n's now and explain why you are late, and say you'd be happy to work over time to make up the hours you have missed."

I frowned, "But father! I have plans!"

"Not anymore." He barked as he pushed me out of the house. He slammed the door shut. Seconds later I heard a shatter, my stepmother shriek, and a stream of curses, complements of my father. I trudged to work in a sour mood.

"Well, then Tai'netar asked if I wanted to stay for dinner and of course I agreed."

I half listen to Murdar jabber on. I really had no interest in what he was saying. I was trying to perfect my row of seeds. I worked at a farm, for Farmer Fure'n. I had been working there for three years, since I was thirteen. Murdar and I were planting seeds, for it was that time of year. I was trying to do my best. Fure'n had been mad I was late, the tenth time that month. My normal hours would be up in a few minutes, and I was glad. It ment Murdar would leave with his aimless chatter.

"What about you Javan?"

I looked up from the pile of dirt I had just watered. What had he just asked? I shrugged. Murdar smiled.

"Oh come on Javan. No girl in our entire village has caught your eye?"

Oh, that question. "Nope. To busy to watch them."

Murdar stretched and twisted his body to the side. "You're going to be one lonely man, unless your parents decided otherwise, Javan my friend." I yawned and shrugged as Murdar shook his head and went to Fure'ns house to receive his months pay.

I walked home slowly, disappointed in the weight of my money sack. I'm sure Fure'n had docked a lot out of my pay. I would be in for it when I stepped through the threshold of my house. So, I walk slowly, my dread growing with each painstaking step. Suddenly I felt a rush past my face, a tingle in my nose, and a pull in my hair. Startled, I dropped my money sack. I sneezed once than put my hand to my hair. I felt something and grabbed it. I heard a strange noise. A slight twinkle then a small voice shrilled.

"E'nte ta moyn!"

I put the thing I held in front of my face. To my utter astonishment, between my figures was, what I assumed, a Pixie! Her small hands vigourlessly pinching my larger ones. Her pale sparkly skin glittered, as did her violet hair. She was staring at me defiantly.

"E'nte ta moyn. O fif sha'lla!"

I cocked my head. What was she saying? The only thing I knew in Pixie was: Clas o usaar? What's your name? I deiced that phrase could be of use.

"Clas o usaar?" The Pixie stopped pinching me and looked me in the eye.

"Asennovei. O?"

"Javan." Asenovei's gaze was skeptical.

"You're coming with me." I said. Keeping her in my hand, I ran the length home.