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Archae the Shoom

The tale...

Rella? Rella?....RELLA?

I was running out of my room as my mom called me. As I reached the hallway, I yelled back; "Coming Mom!"

As I got closer, she outstretched her arm to hand me my lunch, the bright blue lunchbox easily catching my eye. She opened the front door; the bright sun was shining down onto my freckled face as I squinted. I could feel my mother's hand intertwine with mine, and squeeze my hand so tightly that I could barely feel it.

The sound of boots on asphalt drew our attention. The soldiers passed us in the streets, their weapons held in their arms as they marched to the commanding man in front. There seemed to be more of them outside today, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Mom always said it was complicated, but I didn't see why. I had overheard my Mom speaking with some friends a few nights ago, and it sorta made sense to me.

Apparently the bad guys wanted to take over, and the good guys were the ones who had been there for a while now. They were the ones who helped the schools run, and put food in grocery stores. The bad men wanted to have a new man in charge, and so they were getting angry, maybe enough to fight.

My mother hugged me, and I broke away as I said my goodbyes on my way into the school. It wasn't too ugly; red and grey tiles, an off tan ceiling- ok, ok, it was really ugly; but, it was my school after all. As I sat in class I really did try to listen to my teacher and take notes. As usual, it didn't work too well and I soon found myself daydreaming about the meadow my mother and I go to together.

It's a beautiful place, dangerous though, since it is outside the borders of the village. Mom always says the bad men can hurt us out there, but it's worth the risk. We sneak out whenever we get the chance! She always talks about how the fairies are the ones who keep the meadow so beautiful, and who help the flowers grow. She sometimes talks about how she can hear the faeries, I think my Mom is a bit weird, because I can't hear any faeries, but it's always a nice to see her face light up with happiness as she tells the stories. When I tried to tell her that I didn't hear anything, she always gets kind of sad...I never really thought about it that much-BOOM!...BOOM!

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I snapped out of my daydream. Screams echoed around the classroom as the windows blew inwards, showering us with sharp pieces of glass. We all dove under our desks, huddling into a ball, just like we had been taught to do. The noise was getting worse, like a huge balloon being popped over and over again. I heard my teacher's voice- I think she was telling me to run!So I ran.

It was so unbearably loud outside. Soldiers ran all over the place, and some lay on the ground, not moving. I knew where to go, even with all the dust and nose.I must make it to the meadow, that's where mother will be I began to run as fast as I could through all the chaos in the streets. I tried not to look around, but I had to duck under fallen pieces of wood and concrete, sometimes seeing a hand poking out from it.
It was horrible.
I didn't think I'd make it. The loud noises were everywhere, and dust blew around like a weird storm. As I made it to the fence, I felt something hit me in the side, accompanied by a sharp pain, like the prick of a needle, I put my hand where I felt the pain, and felt something strange. There was a warm and sticky liquid covering my fingers...my blood, I had been shot.

I didn't know what to do. I pressed on my side to try and stop the blood from flowing out of the wound, but it kept coming. I forced my legs to move, aiming towards the distant meadow through the trees. My vision got all blurry as I glimpsed the meadow. I knew that if I got there, I would see my mother, I had to see her!

My face hit the grass as I collapsed in the field, and I heard my mothers voice gently cooing. I blinked, trying to make the fuzzy picture a bit clearer. I saw her looking down at me, her arms wrapped around my body. A strange pinging in my ears slowly began to get louder. It almost sounded like voices, very very tiny voices.

"I think I can hear the fairies Momma, I think I hear the fairies".

She was crying, her tears falling on my face, but it was ok. The pain was gone, and I couldn't feel anything anymore. I was so tired. My mother kept telling me that the fairies would keep me safe, and that I should go to them. I'd be happy with them, and everything would be ok. She told me that she loved me, and I told her that too. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want to go, but I was so sleepy....the last thing I remembered was her hand holding mine.

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I woke up.
I didn't feel any pain, only a light and gentle touch, like I was floating in clouds. I could tell that someone was looking at me, and I looked up. A very different and strange celestial-like being was looking down at me.

It began to speak, its voice like the babbling of a brook; "Dear child, so innocent and so beautiful. My name is Nephaldia, the Queen of the Fairies. I would like to welcome you to your new home."

Credits

Profile by hermes
Amazing Art / Overlay by: User not found: czar
Story by: charming, additions by Frode