Chapter 4: A Creature of the Woods
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
A.N: I know there's another story quitwe similiar to this floating around. I meant no copyright infringement, and if you're the author and you feel it's too much liek your own story just email me and I can take it down or change it.
Mystic Circle (4/?)
Chapter 4: A Creature of the Woods
by lirpa
I'm a faery, just to get that out of the way. Little woodland forest sprite? characterized by cuteness in Disney productions? Only we're not cute, not small, Disney got it all wrong. We look like humans, albeit humans with pointed ears and wings. Yes, you heard me, wings. Pretty, diaphonous wings. Look like something out of the '60s they do. Least mone do, at any rate. I've never known another faery so I couldn't tell you what their wings look like. At any rate I don't have any sappy, painful story to tell you.
I'm nearly 100 years old, and was born, if that's the correct word, in North Carolina. Hey, how am I supposed to know we're not born like Cabbage Patch Kids. No one ever stopped to tell em. If I had parents I never knew them. I was raised by humans, they tried to be kind but they just didn't understand me, as cliche as that sounds.
So one day, I had to be sixteen or seventeen, I decided to run away. At this time I still thought I was human, you see. I thought I fit into the human world, I thought I had een born into it. At the time I couldn't see that all I did was walk on the edges, the fringes of society, like an outsider.
So, anyway, I set out with big dreams, the 'I'm going to prove to my parenys that I don't need them' mentality. I eneded up unemployed in the big city, which was quite different from what I was expecting, in case you're wondering. It's hard to think of how you're proving you're a man when you can feel your stomach trying to eat your backbone, eat your very soul.
I ended up working lots of dead-end jobs, that's what they call them nowadays anyway, until everything went all to hell in the thirties. Then I couldn't find a job for the life of me. And the unnaturalness of the city itself, all that wood and metal, glass and concrete, was beginning to affect me. I don't know why I didn't notice it before, maybe I was too busy forcing myself to be happy and independent.
It was killing me, quite literally, to be among all that metal, to be living in the human world without a purpose. And the hunger, oh the hunger! That was when I discovered my wings. I flew around Central Park when things became too much to bear. Then came the ears, they actually freaked me out. It's not everyday am anm wakes up with pointed ears when he went to sleep with normal ones. Actually a man will never wake up with pointed ears, only a faery. That's never really been explained to my satisfaction either.
Anyway now I know I'm a creauture of the otherworld becasue humans don't have wings and ears. So I start to research, for folklore and the like, in libraries when they'd let me in, not really seriously, until I run across a book about faeries. I remember sittign there and thinking I'm a faery. And for the longest time after that I'd wonder while flying around Central Park, why the faeries didn't want me. Not long after this he came out of the night, out of the deepest shadows, to tell me.
*Flashback*
"What do you want?" I called, trying to keep the fear from my voice, "I'm just a normal person."
"Ahh, but you're not, not really, are you?" his voice sounded dark, and alluring.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tried the innocent act that had saved my ass so many times in the past.
"But you do, little faery, you do." He sounded like a dark god, still hidden in the shadows.
"How....?" I cleared my throat, "How did you know?"
"I know much little faery. I know you are far, far from homke, living in a city of men."
"Not that far from North Carolina."
"North Carolina?"
"Where I was raised. My parents aren't like me."
He stepped from the shadows, his eyes locked with mine, trying to determine the truth of my statement, and then he murmered, "A lost one?"
"Huh? I'm sorry Mister, but I'm not lost, I live just around that corner, and I need to get back to my box before someone else decides to take it."
"I know where you live boy, I know everything about you."
"You didn't knwo I was from North Carolina," I challenged.
"You're not. There are no faeries in North Carolina. They all live in the faery hall."
"And where is that?"
"Ireland, of course."
"Of course."
"This is most interesting. A faery who's never met another faery."
"So?"
"Faeries naturall gravitate to each other. If there was another faery on the continent you's know it."
"Then I'm all alone?" I imagine I sounded fearful.
"I don't have the money to go to Ireland."
"You don't have to, go to Ireland that it."
"Mister you're not making any sense."
He stared at me for a second and then he laughed. "Some with me, I'll be your family. I'll be your everything.
And I went with him, it was as simple as that.
*End Flashback*
And I've been with him ever since. I haven't once looked back.
My story is not about pain, or vengeance, or betrayal, my story is about total lonliness ... and hunger. For the night is a lonewly place, do not doubt that.
I am a being gifted with the ability to fly, to see things in a way humans will never be able to to. Now though, I'm flying without wings every night in that ring. My name, well, I was baptized Jeffery Nero Hardy and its kinda stuck. I wouldn't wanna be anyone else now, though, I've been Jeff for a hundred years now and I'm comfortable with him.
