I look out my window at the back yard and then on towards the woods. Everything is calm and serene. The tire swing that hangs from the old willow sways gently in the evening breeze. The dragonflies flit to and fro across the little pond, and hop along the little red toadstools that encircle it.
Not just dragonflies, I think.
Looking over at my clock, which blinks 8:59, I whisper, “One more minute, one more minute.”
I look out the window again, my whole body on fire with electric jolts of anticipation. The wood, with its tall, majestic birch trees, and underlying pines, gives it an eerie, yet ethereal look. Then suddenly, it begins to happen. A magic whisper murmurs through the treetops and sweeps down onto the pond, as the water ripples, and dances. The dragonflies transform into tiny, fragile bodies, their wings growing to accommodate their lithe, slender, yet tall bodies. I laugh in delight, as I watch the toadstools turn into little fat dwarves, and the old willow dryad lets her leafy-green hair down, as the fairies flit through it, pulling it with mischievous grins on their tiny faces. The mermaids and naiads peek their faces out of the crystal clear waters of the pool, and I watch the centaurs and fawns step out of the woods. My heart begins to pull, as I watch the dance begin. The Willow Dryad begins to sway back and forth, and the mermaids and naiads bring out their small, yet beautiful instruments.
Then I look down at my arms. Tiny green leaf-like scales begin to appear up my arms, and my normally red hair, begins to streak itself with light pink and green. My guise as a teenage girl falls away, and I look into the mirror. My pajama shorts and tank top has disappeared and been replaced, with a single piece of shimmering white and crystal blue fabric. My eyes are now gold, speckled with blue and purple, and my ears are pointed. I smile at myself and open my bedroom window.
Before I can climb out, my door opens.
“Vivian?” the little boy stands there, is blue eyes wide as he sees his supposedly big sister trying to climb out the window, looking like she’s about to go to a masked dance.
“Go out Sam, Vivian went away for a little while, you’ll see her tomorrow,” I chant in a sing-song voice.
His eyes are wide, and he nods dumbly, and then goes out the door.
I sigh; he will remember nothing in the morning. This human family was so convenient to live with, as their 18 year old daughter, Vivian. I had done this in order to safeguard my people. The humans had moved into our sanctuary, and my people had to move into the deep woods, and disguise themselves. I had disguised myself as Vivian, in order to watch over my people and keep watch on the humans.
Looking down at the commotion below me, I climb out of the window and then disappear, suddenly appearing in the midst of my people. The fairies twitter at the sight of me, flying around my head, adorning me with flowers, the centaurs place my crown on my head, and I look to the mermaids and naiads, as the music starts.
To the humans we appear to only be dragonflies, an old willow tree, and a pool surrounded with toadstools, but this was much more.
This was the Dance of the Faye Queen.
My name is Amoura. I am the Faye Queen.
Not just dragonflies, I think.
Looking over at my clock, which blinks 8:59, I whisper, “One more minute, one more minute.”
I look out the window again, my whole body on fire with electric jolts of anticipation. The wood, with its tall, majestic birch trees, and underlying pines, gives it an eerie, yet ethereal look. Then suddenly, it begins to happen. A magic whisper murmurs through the treetops and sweeps down onto the pond, as the water ripples, and dances. The dragonflies transform into tiny, fragile bodies, their wings growing to accommodate their lithe, slender, yet tall bodies. I laugh in delight, as I watch the toadstools turn into little fat dwarves, and the old willow dryad lets her leafy-green hair down, as the fairies flit through it, pulling it with mischievous grins on their tiny faces. The mermaids and naiads peek their faces out of the crystal clear waters of the pool, and I watch the centaurs and fawns step out of the woods. My heart begins to pull, as I watch the dance begin. The Willow Dryad begins to sway back and forth, and the mermaids and naiads bring out their small, yet beautiful instruments.
Then I look down at my arms. Tiny green leaf-like scales begin to appear up my arms, and my normally red hair, begins to streak itself with light pink and green. My guise as a teenage girl falls away, and I look into the mirror. My pajama shorts and tank top has disappeared and been replaced, with a single piece of shimmering white and crystal blue fabric. My eyes are now gold, speckled with blue and purple, and my ears are pointed. I smile at myself and open my bedroom window.
Before I can climb out, my door opens.
“Vivian?” the little boy stands there, is blue eyes wide as he sees his supposedly big sister trying to climb out the window, looking like she’s about to go to a masked dance.
“Go out Sam, Vivian went away for a little while, you’ll see her tomorrow,” I chant in a sing-song voice.
His eyes are wide, and he nods dumbly, and then goes out the door.
I sigh; he will remember nothing in the morning. This human family was so convenient to live with, as their 18 year old daughter, Vivian. I had done this in order to safeguard my people. The humans had moved into our sanctuary, and my people had to move into the deep woods, and disguise themselves. I had disguised myself as Vivian, in order to watch over my people and keep watch on the humans.
Looking down at the commotion below me, I climb out of the window and then disappear, suddenly appearing in the midst of my people. The fairies twitter at the sight of me, flying around my head, adorning me with flowers, the centaurs place my crown on my head, and I look to the mermaids and naiads, as the music starts.
To the humans we appear to only be dragonflies, an old willow tree, and a pool surrounded with toadstools, but this was much more.
This was the Dance of the Faye Queen.
My name is Amoura. I am the Faye Queen.
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