Faerie Quest

"Who are you tto decide who can hang around me? You haven't contacted me my whole life. I'm supposed to trust you? I had to find you, did you know that I have spent my whole life trying to find you?" Nyla burst out into angry tears.

Who were these people, these so called parents who had never contacted her?

The couple became concerned. "Don't cry Nyla," the woman said gently.

"No, you don't tell me what to do!" cried Nyla hysterically. Paul hugged her against him, and she cried herself out. Her parents stayed in their chairs doing nothing.

When she quieted down she sung against Paul. She had no energy, no will, there was nothing left to give. Not even tears.

"My name is Genivieve. As you may have already guessed, we are your parents," started the woman tentavily.

Paul kept his arm around Nyla, this was the strangest reunion he had ever been at.

"I have a question." He said shifting his weight a tad. "Why did y'all drop her off?"

"You may leave whenever you would like, you have no more to do with this then having brought our daughter back." Gwenivere replied. He frowned and felt Nyla tense a little.

"I don't mean to be rude ma'am, but I think Nyla would like to know the answer to that too. I mean you did abandon her with no explanation." He replied.

"Yes that's right, and you know what. I want Paul to stay here. He was and has been the only person to help me out and actually care," said Nyla.

"We don't mean to upset you child. When you were born you were known as the first halfling. Your father was a human-"

"I would hope so," Nyla burst in, "What else could anyone be."

She continued on. "And I am your mother a faerie."

"A faerie?" Him and Nyla both said at the same time.

"Faeries don't exist." Paul replied crossing his arms.

"Yes, they do." Gwenivire replied.

"How do we know they do? You look just like any other human I've seen. How do we know they exist?" He demanded.


*Grr, short*

*Thats okay*

"Because I'm telling you. Most people today don't believe in the exsistance of faeries, so they never see them in their true forms. Humans see what they want to believe."

Nyla started to sway on her decision that faeries weren't real. An image flickered of her mother. I'm reading to many fantasy books, she thought wildly.

Nyla stood to get up. "Prove it," she said simply.

"Okay then," Gwenivere said.

She took a handmade bomb from her pocket.

"She's a nutcase!" Paul yelled pulling her hand up from the couch.

Gwenivere threw the bomb, and Nyla focused on the fuse, and believed.

That was when the bomb stopped in midair, and the fuse went out, without a gust of wind.

Paul looked at the bomb shocked. He couldn't believe it had gone out, he couldn't believeit because he knew it was a real bomb.

"I'm not even going to ask why you had a bomb in your pocket." He muttered. "That doesn't answer why you abandoned her, left her all alone."

Nyla was sitting there shocked, he looked at her then back up to her parents.


*ugh, i just don't know the answers to these questions.*

*sorry, I'll try to make it a tad easier*

"How...how did you do that?" Nyla asked her parents shocked.

"It wasn't us, it was you, and you know it," Gwenivere said as she shrugged.

"Paul's right, that doesn't explain why you left me. But since there is a whole new problem here, we can get to those answers later. How can life go on, it will be all different now. What will I do?" Nyla asked. She was resigned to the fact that she was now classified as a mythological creature.

"You might want Paul to get out of here first off," she said as she glanced at him. "Humans dealing in faerie affairs always spell out danger."

"I won't make him go. I won't do that. He helped me find you. Paul can choose."

Everyone in the room faced Paul for an answer.

"I'm not going anywhere." Paul replied looking at the three. He didn't even think about the answer. For some reason he wasn't about to let Nyla face the unknown without someone else. He didn't care if he might get hurt, he just wanted to help her for some reason.

"Why?" Her father asked speaking for the first time.

"I'm not sure, but I know that I'm not about to take off and leave her to deal with this on her own." He replied. "For some reason I want to stay and see what I can do to help her even yet. I can't just go home and sit around knowing that all this is real."

"We can change that." Her mother replied.

"But you won't, I'm not leaving." He replied firmly squaring his shoulders.

Nyla let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath, waiting for his answer.

"Thank you," she said in his ear.

"First off, you're going to leave. You need to go home and take only your dearest values that mean something to you. You aren't going to be in this world much longer," said Gwenivere.

Nyla didn't take it with surprise, neither did Paul. Both of them knew something like this was coming.

"Paul its not to late. Once you enter, the chances of coming back are slim. Pack all your precious items and meet me here early tomorrow morning. 5:00."

Their surroundings disappeared, and they found theirselves on Nyla's doorsteps. Both shook their heads. Nyla faced Paul, and wondered if he could hear her heart beating, racing, like it was running from life itself.

Her breathing quickened as he leaned towards her. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Paul didn't know what compailed him to kiss her, but he was glad he did when he pulled away.

"I better pack my stuff." She said softly. He nodded and kissed her once more then opened her door for her.

"I'll be here half-past four so we can get back out there." He said smiling at her as she stepped inside. When the door was closed he turned around and started walking towards his truck, he needed to think. He drove home his mind spinning the whole time. Why did he need to bring his most precious things. He would take the rest of it and pack it in his storage unit where he knew it would be kept safe. THe house he would have his sister take care of. He was sure when he came home she would be living there her stuff everywhere. He smiled at the thought, he would miss his little sister.

When he got home he loaded up a few things, simply clothes and then anything else that he figured he would need. Nothing more then the nessecary. He then packed up everything in the back of his truck and dropped it off at the storage unit. When he got home he called his sister and asked her to watch the house. She readily agreed and wanted to know for how long. He just said until he got home. She seemed to like that and said she'd move in, rent was due for her anyways and she wouldn't mind not having to pay it for a little while. He was laughing when he hung up the phone.

That night was a restless one. He couldn't seem to get any sleep. He hoped Nyla was doing better then he was.

Nyla stared at the blank walls of her room. She had finally found her parents, but it just lead to more questions. Couldn't she have all the answers for once?
Glancing at the clock every five minutes seemed to make it go by even slower. The red faint light emitted from her clock was bright, she had never noticed it before tonight, Random thoughts were running through her head when she finally fell asleep.

*sorry about the short post, I'm in a hurry*

**It's ok, I do short ones too.**

Paul finally got up and loaded everything in his truck that he was bringing, it was a small bag. He drove to Nyla's house and knocked on the door waiting. It finally opened and she looked just about as tired as he felt.

"Rough night?" He asked as she let him in the apartment.

"Ya." She yawned walking towards a suitcase. He beat her to it and picked it up.

"You'll be able to sleep on the way if you need to. It won't be a long nap, but maybe it'll help." He shrugged. He carried her bag to the truck and then hurried back to see if she needed anything else brought down.

Paul came back in. "What did you have in there?" he asked teasingly.

"Books," Nyla said simply.

"How many?" he asked, amazed that she would take any.

"That's all it consisted of," she said seriously.

Paul's jaw must of dropped because she said, "Books have been my only friends for years. I'm not going to leave them now. I wouldn't take anything else, because it will be provided."

Paul nodded and they intertwined their hands and walkked out the door. As they rode off, Nyla glanced behind her one last time, then she faced her eyes foward, towards then unknown...and her future.

Paul felt his nerves settle and rise as the trip went. They were about as unsteady as the ocean. When they got to her parents house five minutes early they settled. He was doing the right thing. He got out and grabbed Nyla's stuff first and then his own setting it inisde the door where he was instructed. He then moved over to Nyla's side looking at her parents. He wasn't fully sure he trusted them just yet, maybe it was just his paranoya on the subject of mythical creatures, but he had an uneasy feeling about them.

"You came." Her father said almost surprised.

"Said I would." He replied shrugging. "I'm not backing out."

Nyla's father looked at Paul and his gaze softened. Paul caught his look and smiled.

"I won't leave you daughter, she is too special for that," Paul told her father.

He nodded and beckoned them inside. Nyla took the lead and her hold on Paul's hand tightened. Inside, it looked different than yesterday.

Her mother appeared and pointed at a door. "It is there you will find your destiny," she said smiling. There was a glimmer of tears in her eyes. "We are seperated once more. I will come in time, until then find yourself. I love you more than you could ever know."

Gwenerivere kissed her on the check, Paul and Nyla headed through the door, equiped only with a suitcase, into the unknown.