Just so you know a little of what Ema's like. Enjoy.


Over the years I learned I wasn't completely alone. There were others like me and others kind of like me. I learned I'm one of those things that are only tangible when they are believed in by children. Adults, I'm not sure how that would ever work, and for some reason I'm glad they will never be able to see me.

Others like me include: the Demons of Halloween, the Groundhog, and the Leprechaun, of course they are believed in. How will anyone ever know Ema Fay is a person? Sure, it's an expression like 'a sense of Ema Fay' like Déjà vous.

A sense of Ema Fay, like the Ima fae has been with you, is whenever someone gets inspired to do something completely unrealistic. Yeah, I may do that to people. I just shoot someone with my arrow, like cupid, and people get the feeling to use their imagination, if they have any. Doesn't hurt, it only hurts if I want it too, and I've always had a soft spot for kids.

I learned some things about myself too, like I can't grow plants and stuff like that, just shape it. Also I can get into people's minds and cause them to picture strange things, like a polka-dot zebra dancing the Irish jig to Spanish music, crazy right.

Other then what I can do to the world, I learned some things about me. You know how I could create platforms in mid-air, I can still do that, but I can soar, fly whatever you want to call it. I can fly like a bird, or a plane, or superman.

I learned I can only imagine things up for myself and other people like me, I can not do it for the real world. I can change my bow into whatever weapon I want, be it dagger, sword, whip. Personally I prefer my bow.

The reason I could change color, was all based on my moods. Pink for embarrassed, blue for sad, red for angry, and pale for scared, you know what green is for. I could change my appearance. Not like I already told you, more like shape shift, change my size, even my being. I don't do it that much, not like anyone around me can see it so, it's not worth it.

I haven't gotten over this whole claustrophobic thing. I don't like being in rooms with no windows or doors, I'd like a way out. Whenever there is none, I panic and freak out, start attacking the walls.

I don't like transportation. If I could go places myself, why have something that's not even alive, carry me there.

I wear a long sleeve burgundy shirt, brown pants, and no shoes. I don't get that cold, I still get cold, just not that much.

I don't get that hot either, how do you think you get mirages and other hallucinations of dehydration? It's me. When I'm too hot to raise my arrow, I just tickle you under the nose. When it's too cold, I just breathe on you.

Well, I like to call the town of Berwick, Maine my home, when I'm not on the road. Whenever I stop in town, I like to take a little nap in the hollow tree I woke up in. Crazy, I know, but I always make sure I know there is a way out, so I don't panic in my sleep.

If you must know my age, I look like a 15 year old, but I'm about 275 right now.

I do have some friends, I'm not completely alone. One of my friends is Jack Frost. I met him when I was like 25.

After that sorrowful night, I decided to travel the globe, hoping someone could see me. That didn't happen, but I loved all the things I could do out there. I decided I would do it all the time, stopping back in Berwick to catch myself up on my travels.

All those years, I met the demons, the groundhog, and the leprechaun. I made all types of sand dunes and trees and etc. Every year after a trip to Berwick, I would catch up in the tree. Surprisingly, me being in the tree kept it around.

I was sleeping my dreamless sleep one night, about 250 years ago, when I heard a whoosh outside my tree. I cracked open an eyelid. There was a boy, right outside my tree hole!

What happened? What do you think? I screamed and kicked him in the gut.

"What was that for?" asked the boy, who looked shaken. I realized we could see each other and I could kick him in the gut.

"I can kick you in the gut."

"No kidding."

"No, I mean I can actually touch you."

"You're like me then, huh." Poo.

"You're like me?"

"I guess?"

"Well, we better introduce ourselves then. I'm Ema Fay, bringer of illusions."

"Jack frost, bringer of winter."

"Sorry about kicking you Jack, I had to do it."

"Why?"

"It's this stupid thing; I have claustrophobia for some reason."

"How long have you had it?"

"As long as I can remember, I just woke up and I was afraid the walls were going to crush me."

"Maybe you can try to get past it, everyone one gets past their fears once in a while."

"I'm trying to; I sleep in the tree don't I, even though it would be better with a back door."

"Why were you sleeping in the tree?"

"It's my birthplace, plus I think it will help me get past my claustrophobia. I just go in thinking the walls are not going to crush me."

"How old are yah?"

"About 25? I think."

"That's really young, I'm only 50 years older then you, and I've still haven't gotten over my fear."

"What is that?"

He whispered (afraid someone was going to hear, even though we were alone) he was afraid nobody was ever going to see him. That started getting me scared. I tried telling him that someone had to see us, we were really young, and someone would see us when we got older, but I wasn't so sure.

After that encounter, me and Jack were friends. We still are, and I'm still pondering what he said that night. Will we ever be seen?


Yes, that was before movie, I still need to know if it should be During or Post. Say in reveiws or the Poll on my profile. No flames or you'll melt Jack.