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Maybe This isn't a Dream
Prologue
During the harsh and cold year of 1993, the war between the Creatures of Fay and the Troll King’s Army raged on and hope was beginning to diminish in the Kingdom of Careathin. The Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and many of the other horrible creatures that haunted every deep shadow in Nafairia, supported the Great Army of Troll King Kymin and Goblin Queen Nyrúal. The Creatures of Fay were too kind-hearted to meet the blood-thirsty fighting techniques of the opposing army. The Gates of Pure wouldn’t hold out much longer and the Great Ruler was soon to have children. This was the best news The Kingdom and its countless people had heard for many decades since the Queen herself was born.
On Halloween night, under a full moon, three gorgeous baby girls were born by the lovely lady Elizanna. These children weren’t ordinary in the eyes of a human being; they were born fairies. Their father, Kemon, could not be found or contacted so as the morning dawned, Elizanna blessed the fairy girls with the last name Tri-Fairy. Her sister would care for the throne until the young fairies prophesized return from the human world…..as was her dying wish.
Chapter 1: About Fifteen Years Later…
Walking home from an exhausting day at school, Marina Tri-Fairy played back the day’s mysterious events in her head like a broken record. Some things just never seemed to make sense no matter how many times she went over them. Marina was extraordinarily petite at 3ft.5 for the typical girl of fifteen, but she never let that get in her way. She was strikingly fair, with a smooth face, straight nose and the shadow of a smile always played across the corner of her mouth, but Marina’s most attractive feature was her eyes; they glowed bright green, and sparkled like stars in the twilight sky. They seemed to be following the sidewalk from the view of a passing stranger, but were glazed over in deep thought. The fading sunlight danced over her pale skin and gave her a radiating-like glow. Marina’s long, silky dark brown hair completed the portrait of pure magnificence. Well maybe if she had been in a floor length gown, but having just finished another boring day at school, she was sporting a camouflage t-shirt and tattered jeans that she had splattered with paint herself as part of a wardrobe experiment. She was a thoughtful person and her mind often soared away, leaving her body behind in a sudden rush of wind and imagination.
She let her feet lead her home and her mind travel away- back to a couple hours before… Marina had been staring out the window and aimlessly letting her eyes move over the various maps and speeches from some dead people “who would always be remembered,” according to Mr. Montgomery, her Social Studies. She was supposed to be writing an essay on the Renaissance Era, but it seemed pointless.
There are much more important things I could be doing, like maybe finishing off the vampyre novel I started yesterday.
The next thing she knew there was a loud- rap, tap, rap- echoing through her ears. Mr. Montgomery was standing over her with an expression that practically screamed he was just treasuring this opportunity to give her detention (at least that’s how Marina read it.) The meter stick in his right hand was obviously the source of the disturbing noise.
His monotone shot through her drossiness, “Are you really so bored as to fall asleep in my class? (Yes!) Would it kill you to pay attention once in awhile?” Yes! He leaned down by Marina’s ear as if to keep the conversation between the two of them.
Too late, Marina had thought, any kid with ears is going to be listening in on this little exchange.
He hissed in her ear, “Give me your essay so we can end your humiliation as quickly as possible.”
Gross! You got spit in my ear. Oh, and, uh, Give it a rest! No one is going to believe that my feelings are at the top of your priority list;
these thoughts passed through her head as Marina glared sideways at him. She peeked at her partially finished paper, and quickly looked down at her shoes. She felt the embarrassment burn the tips of her ears and creeping down the back of her neck. Raising her gaze from the gum-mified floor of the classroom, Marina closed her eyes and in the time it takes someone to blink she wished that she had finished the paper- that her pencil would use her memories and knowledge to write the paper without her guidance, that she could finish it right now in front of Mr. Montgomery’s face with the speed unlike any other- or something impossible would happen to get her out of trouble.
Anything would be good right about now.
Her fingers tingled lightly and the hair stood up on the back of her neck; Marina passed the sudden “someone just walked over my grave” feeling as nerves and humiliation. (But now she thought maybe there was something more in that crucial moment. Hmmm…maybe I’ll save t
save that thought in a safe place until it can be used for further study.)
When she saw the smug look on her teacher’s face that he wasn’t trying hard -or using any amount of effort at all- to conceal, she did her best to look confident as she handed him her paper. As he looked over her essay, Marina watched his face steadily, trying to read his emotions, and hoped the first part would be so well written that he wouldn’t mind that the bottom was completely blank.
Maybe This isn't a Dream
Prologue
During the harsh and cold year of 1993, the war between the Creatures of Fay and the Troll King’s Army raged on and hope was beginning to diminish in the Kingdom of Careathin. The Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and many of the other horrible creatures that haunted every deep shadow in Nafairia, supported the Great Army of Troll King Kymin and Goblin Queen Nyrúal. The Creatures of Fay were too kind-hearted to meet the blood-thirsty fighting techniques of the opposing army. The Gates of Pure wouldn’t hold out much longer and the Great Ruler was soon to have children. This was the best news The Kingdom and its countless people had heard for many decades since the Queen herself was born.
On Halloween night, under a full moon, three gorgeous baby girls were born by the lovely lady Elizanna. These children weren’t ordinary in the eyes of a human being; they were born fairies. Their father, Kemon, could not be found or contacted so as the morning dawned, Elizanna blessed the fairy girls with the last name Tri-Fairy. Her sister would care for the throne until the young fairies prophesized return from the human world…..as was her dying wish.
Chapter 1: About Fifteen Years Later…
Walking home from an exhausting day at school, Marina Tri-Fairy played back the day’s mysterious events in her head like a broken record. Some things just never seemed to make sense no matter how many times she went over them. Marina was extraordinarily petite at 3ft.5 for the typical girl of fifteen, but she never let that get in her way. She was strikingly fair, with a smooth face, straight nose and the shadow of a smile always played across the corner of her mouth, but Marina’s most attractive feature was her eyes; they glowed bright green, and sparkled like stars in the twilight sky. They seemed to be following the sidewalk from the view of a passing stranger, but were glazed over in deep thought. The fading sunlight danced over her pale skin and gave her a radiating-like glow. Marina’s long, silky dark brown hair completed the portrait of pure magnificence. Well maybe if she had been in a floor length gown, but having just finished another boring day at school, she was sporting a camouflage t-shirt and tattered jeans that she had splattered with paint herself as part of a wardrobe experiment. She was a thoughtful person and her mind often soared away, leaving her body behind in a sudden rush of wind and imagination.
She let her feet lead her home and her mind travel away- back to a couple hours before… Marina had been staring out the window and aimlessly letting her eyes move over the various maps and speeches from some dead people “who would always be remembered,” according to Mr. Montgomery, her Social Studies. She was supposed to be writing an essay on the Renaissance Era, but it seemed pointless.
There are much more important things I could be doing, like maybe finishing off the vampyre novel I started yesterday.
The next thing she knew there was a loud- rap, tap, rap- echoing through her ears. Mr. Montgomery was standing over her with an expression that practically screamed he was just treasuring this opportunity to give her detention (at least that’s how Marina read it.) The meter stick in his right hand was obviously the source of the disturbing noise.
His monotone shot through her drossiness, “Are you really so bored as to fall asleep in my class? (Yes!) Would it kill you to pay attention once in awhile?” Yes! He leaned down by Marina’s ear as if to keep the conversation between the two of them.
Too late, Marina had thought, any kid with ears is going to be listening in on this little exchange.
He hissed in her ear, “Give me your essay so we can end your humiliation as quickly as possible.”
Gross! You got spit in my ear. Oh, and, uh, Give it a rest! No one is going to believe that my feelings are at the top of your priority list;
these thoughts passed through her head as Marina glared sideways at him. She peeked at her partially finished paper, and quickly looked down at her shoes. She felt the embarrassment burn the tips of her ears and creeping down the back of her neck. Raising her gaze from the gum-mified floor of the classroom, Marina closed her eyes and in the time it takes someone to blink she wished that she had finished the paper- that her pencil would use her memories and knowledge to write the paper without her guidance, that she could finish it right now in front of Mr. Montgomery’s face with the speed unlike any other- or something impossible would happen to get her out of trouble.
Anything would be good right about now.
Her fingers tingled lightly and the hair stood up on the back of her neck; Marina passed the sudden “someone just walked over my grave” feeling as nerves and humiliation. (But now she thought maybe there was something more in that crucial moment. Hmmm…maybe I’ll save t
save that thought in a safe place until it can be used for further study.)
When she saw the smug look on her teacher’s face that he wasn’t trying hard -or using any amount of effort at all- to conceal, she did her best to look confident as she handed him her paper. As he looked over her essay, Marina watched his face steadily, trying to read his emotions, and hoped the first part would be so well written that he wouldn’t mind that the bottom was completely blank.