It was a beautiful sunset, where the breeze moved swiftly through the trees that Esther laid under as she was staring at an unmarked grave. She wondered what life that person had to not even have a name on the rock. Originally Esther came from Ireland, but she came to Mexico trying to figure out why so many faeries like herself became missing. Some say people got too fascinated with the idea of faes coming to their homeland and they get killed by accident. Some say there is a curse . But even some people believe…they get kidnapped and experimented on to become fertilizer to grow unlawful crops, and cut off their wings to become unlawful powder. Esther didn't want any of these things to be true. Especially since she was an air or a wind faerie, also known as a Sylph. And her appearance is hard to hide. She has only been in Sinaloa, Mexico for only two days. People had of course noticed her mystical white hair and her soft, pale blue eyes. Not only that, but her wings. Some smiled at her creeply, and others looked at her with pity. Sense then she used her powers to turn her into air itself. Although people around the city shiver whenever Esther floats by. She thought that Mexico was a beautiful and vibrant place. Very different from Ireland. But she noticed at night something was totally different from the day time. She saw a lot of trucks with men in the back holding heavy weaponry. She knew that these were cartels and that inside these trucks were narcotics. Esther is a lot of things, but idiotic is not one of them. But every time she thinks about the theory that these cartels could be behind all of the faeries going missing for almost 40 years, a chill runs down her spine. She sits down and right beside her a dove suddenly falls down into her lap, injured. She picks up the dove to try to heal it with her powers. But before Esther could accomplish that the white dove turned black and burnt her hand. She gasped and dropped the dove. All of a sudden, it gained back its color and flew away like nothing ever happened. Esther glared up at the sky that was turning darker. She knew this was the sign of the devil. This was a sign to turn back . But one of Esther's negative traits was stubbornness. Her cousin Aliza came to Mexico with her newly wedded husband Geralt for their honeymoon. They never came back. No one has heard from either of them for five years. Esther and Aliza were really close when they were younger. They would alway go into the faerie realm, called Arcadia when their parents said it was far too dangerous. Esther thought to herself that Mexico is probably more
dangerous to be at than Arcadia. She knew it was getting too dark and that the trucks are coming out right about now. She picked herself up with her wings and flew back into the streets. She admired the colorful street lights and the leftover smell of food trucks that she had to come down and see for herself. She flew down gracefully. She wasn't worried about people seeing her, around this time mothers and fathers were yelling at their children to come inside their home, because of…well,you know. When she was walking a couple of women who were closing up a flower shop looked at her in awe with her appearance. Esther blushed, she smiled gently and waved politely. They waved back and gave her a look to be careful. Of course Esther would be careful! If she ever got caught in a dangerous situation, she could fly away or turn into air. It wasn't a hard solution to come up with. She heard music from a restaurant nearby, she hummed to herself and swayed her hips side to side. She was almost to her hotel. Right behind Esther was a big and armed truck. Esther was too captivated by the music to even notice the truck behind her. The truck stopped in a halt. And four men dressed in military-styled clothing put a bag over her head and picked her up by her arms and legs. Esther snapped back into reality. She tried to use her wings but it was no use. Before she could turn into air. One of the men stabbed her with a needle in her arm making her feel dizzy and she fell unconscious. The men threw her in the back of the truck where two men carrying heavy guns stood. When all the guys were in the truck they quickly sped away. Esther swore she heard them laughing.
She woke up on the hard, solid ground. Her head and heart pounding. Esther grunted, trying to lift herself off the ground. She looked around at where she was. This wasn't her hotel room. It looked like a dusty, unfinished basement. She tried to stand up but was unable to because of the long and heavy chain that clung to her foot. She was so confused and couldn't remember anything from that night at all. She tried to look for a way out, but noticed that in front of a heavy door was a man in civilian clothes. But she recognised that man from last night when she was taken. She looked up at him in fear. He stared at her. Eyes like poison, staring straight in her soul. He snickered. "Welcome home, princesa" Agustin said in mockery. "What? Where am I? Who are you?" Esther asked, still attempting to find an escape route.
"You are in a temporary home for now. I need to ask you a few questions and I'll probably move you somewhere else then. And who I am is none of your concern. You might not be around long enough to know my name, although you do have child bearing hips so you could be of some use. Well I guess it also depends what kind of filthy…fae you are anyways. What's your name?" Agustin replied. Esther knew that she messed up. She should've just flown directly to her hotel room. Better yet, back to Ireland. Esther kept silent, afraid to answer the man's question. She kneeled her head down. Agustin pulled his golden pistol and put it against her head. " Nombre!" He shouted. "Esther Elaine Evergreen" she winced. "Age!" "18!" She gasped. "Where from?" Agustin's tone is getting sharper. "Kenmare, Ireland!" Esther regretted that she ever said her name, because that meant that he could become immune to her powers and immune to her hexes. "What kind of Faerie are you!" Agustin asked. Esther kept silent, feeling nauseous. He cocked back his pistol. "What kind!" Agustin yelled. "Air! I am a Sylph!" Esther choked out. He hummed in satisfaction. "I see…I could see that. Are you hungry Esther?" He asked, saying her name knowing that he is the one in power now. "Just a little." She replied. Agustin nodded his head. He walked over to a table and grabbed a thing of crackers and handed them to Esther. She smiled a bit as a way of saying thank you and refused to look Agustin in the eye. "So any other questions you have for me sir?" Esther asked in a quiet tone. He shook his head. "Not for right now, but I don't want to make small talk either. Especially with a…fae…" She nodded and sighed, "So I guess that the theory is true…" Esther said. Agustin had a puzzled look on his face. "What theory?" he asked, puzzled. "Um, Everyone in Ireland is saying that the reason faeries have gone missing is because of the Mexican cartels. They experiment on the fae to see how much power we have, and fertility rates, and other things. And when we are no use, you use water faeries blood to keep the marijuana crops growing in the desert and you use garden and harvest faeries blood to multiply those crops as well. I've also heard that before you kill faeries you chop off their wings, not just a form of punishment or humiliation but they are a key ingredient in your Colombian white powder. " Esther said passionately, still refusing to look at Agustin. He laughed, "Oh Esther, there is no theory about everything you said is true. But we use the wings in other sorts of narcotic like heroin. And stuff you find in needles on the streets. You said you were an air fae right? You might not be much use but like i said you have child bearing hips, so you could be used for fertility. Look if you were human I would say you are a nice girl, and I would hope you will make it out alive in here. But you are not a human, you are a faerie." Esther replied and sighed "Yes, yes I am a fae" Agustin walked up to her and asked, " Are you proud to be a fae?" This time she looked up at him, "Yes. I am proud to be a Sylph, I am proud to be a Faerie."
