The warm, fragrant air of my home wades throughout my nose.
Warm, pink walls were never the more welcoming.
It was morning, and I've barely just awoken.
It was a new day, filled with butterfly dances, counting how many steps is on a road, and just being happy and about.
I look into the mirror that stands just on the opposite side, and look into its reflection.
The warm, brown eyes that I have are shown with happiness and glee; the wings gleaming as usual, reaching from my head to my feet.
A smile pulled to my lips, being a elf was happiness.
The feeling was something you could never get rid of. A feeling of flight, freedom, and magic, all wrapped into one.
I land on a butterfly, and danced till the sun had a cooling effect, rather than a burning one.
Next on the agenda, following the roads on one leaf. The veins you normally see, well those are roads to me. I’m ultra tiny, and cannot be seen by human eyes.
I laugh, letting the sound of ringing bells fill the air around me.
It took me longer than I would have thought normal. The sun was gone, disappeared.
“Well, well. Look who it is! Jasper! So long I haven’t seen you.”.
A voice, slightly high it tone, whispers to me.
I knew who it was, it was Annabelle.
The annoying, yet sweet younger elf that has an eye for me.
“Hello, Annabelle. I can’t talk long, I have to find a temporary home. And fast, the darkness creeps me out.” I say calmly, focusing on each word.
You are a guy for utter sakes,
I should be the one who is afraid,” she tapped gently on her forehead.
“And I’m not.” She laughs a evil laugh, filled with mockery.
I. Can’t. Believe. I. Said. That I thought.
The nickname I gave her long ago just came up and a looking of love and caring washed over Annabelle.
“You gave me a n-nickname, Jasper?” She stutters.
I never break promises, whether they be horrid or sweet like now. I’ll never dishonor a promise.
He felt warm lips press to his cheek, and a warm laugh.
The truth was barely concealed.
I fell in love the minute he saw her, but conceal it through mockery and annoyance.
That was intense, I thought in secret grinning as a lifted off into flight.
As I predicted, all the flowers were closed up for the night, hiding their beauty.
I consider each of the possibilities, each and every flower I can think of. The overgrown honey suckles!
On my way towards my temporary stay for the night, I thought I’d stop and say hello to the miss that reads every nights, waiting and expecting me to talk about millions of things. But mostly, it was of her lover.
I take my finger and tap on the window, at first, she looks around the window seeing nothing.
She walks towards the window and opens it, then I blew wind on her face, and she automatically knew it was me.
“Oh, Jasper! How are you, tiny friend?” She asks off in space, but I know it’s direct towards me.
I definitely know I’m crossing the rules, elves shouldn’t make themselves known to humans. But she was so beautiful, blond tresses that are always pinned atop her head, green eyes that sparkled.
I sit at the tip of her ear, so that she can hear me.
“Ah, what a sad thing to here, dear.” She replies.
“What are you intensely reading this late at night?”
She replies, closing her eyes and remembering the times her father had read her the same exact book years before.
“She tries and tries, but can’t get him under the spell of disaster, but one day. A gloomy, sullen day, he disappears.
“What a lovely tale,” I ponder reading it myself.
I do not know what’s going on with him
I hope my evil brother tricked him into thinking something he shouldn’t.
Which is true, I’m always there for her when she needs me, when her true, human brother doesn’t.
The window I left open, still remains in and I fly out,
taking one last look at the girl with blonde tresses.
I automatically sense it’s Mariella’s brother, who she hates.
“I have a plan,” I listen in more carefully. “ Three days from now, I will tell him there’s a trip planned that’s mandatory. He won’t think twice, then I’ll murder him.”
This man is about as loony as a fish.
I bet he means nothing.
My wings arch as I stretch, relieving them from being smooched together all night.
I run- more like fly –
In a tree somewhere.
She appears with a bright, orange ensemble grinning.
Her lips turn down into a frown.
“Mariella’s brother wants to murder her sweet lover.”
“What!” She screams, running her hand through her fine hair. “Are you utterly serious, Jasper?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug my shoulders. “He usually is a weirdo, remember?”
“Well, duh, but this is something we can’t play around with.” She says matter-of-factly.
Great, so I just angered the girl I secretly love.
I couldn’t think of anything to do, rather than just sit there and think about what that mad man had said. I didn’t know if it was just his madness, or the truth. And no one was there to help me decide.
She starts cleaning continuously, something she’s always done when she’s agitated.
“Don’t we all,”
I leaf through all the jewelry she owns, feeling the weight of its metal in my tiny hands. Overbearing.
“Most more like I,”
“Would you stop, dear? You’ll ruin your dress,” I notice.
The fountain offers me nothing
“Richard is going on a trip, something my brother set up. He’s excited, but sullen he has to leave me. I don’t want him to leave either.”
she continues to stare at an incandescent nothing.
I do not care about finding a rose before sunset
By the time I’ve considered my life, the sky had gone a threatening black.
“Your brother does not like our engagement, I won’t allow him to hurt you. I’m the one that must go, for your safety. Does that make sense at all?”
“We cannot run, Mariella.”
She kisses, letting her love trench it so her lover will know each and every day.