Hey guys, this is my new story after being away for a year, just reading fanfics instead of writing them. Hopefully, this will not share the same fate as it's brethren.
Before eating my breakfast, the doorbell rang, and after putting on pants and a shirt, I opened it. There standing before me was a Dullahan, a harbinger of death from Celtic lore. "Are you here to take my soul also, miss?" The headless fae shook her head, holding her head as it tilted from side to side.
"I'm afraid not. Your time is not now. However, I am sorry for the loss of your friend. I can see that you're depressed by the aura surrounding your body." As she spoke, a ball of glitter spun around her and stopped in front of me, taking the form of a fairy in a government uniform and with an annoying squeaky voice she spoke.
"Greetings, Mr. Valor. My name is Agent Tiff, and I am your Coordinator as well as others in the surrounding areas. The government has decided to select you as a homestay for this Demihuman."
"So let me get this straight, the government sends a harbinger of Death to someone who recently lost someone close to them to live with them? Don't get me wrong I'm sure you are a lovely girl, but it's a strange coincidence." I told them, shaking my head. Both of them nodded their heads. "However, since your here, I could have a roommate. I have a small apartment and some company would be nice. That is if you think I'm qualified to be her homestay Agent."
The two girls looked at each other and nodded. "She's all yours. I'll drop by to give you the rules later. Have fun, but not to much fun." She flew down the hallway, giggling.
"She is quite odd." The headless fae spoke. I opened the door and allowed her to enter.
"What's mine is yours. If you see something, we are low on; please write it down in the whiteboard in the kitchen." I spoke as she followed me into the kitchen, where my soggy cereal stood uneaten. "You hungry, miss Dullahan?"
She nodded her head, and I asked if she had any dietary restrictions. She did not, so I prepared some eggs for us. "What's your name?" I asked, putting the plates on the Island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Ciara, may I ask yours?"
"Thomas Wigginson"
The air grew silent as we both looked around until we pierced our eggs with the mini pitchforks. I smiled when she grinned ate the simple breakfast. "Welcome to my home, I hope to have many enjoyable months with you."