The family was new to the foster system, it was easy to see. They were still filled with smiles, warmth, and the hope of finding a new addition to their family. I could tell they were doing it more for their image benefits then cash benefits.
The décor of their Victorian house carried the reoccurring theme of cedar wood and floral patterns. Picture windows were placed along the walls where most people would place paintings, but it wasn’t obnoxious, it was beautiful for it out looked the snow covered woods that surrounded the house. I was studying one, when the youngest member of this family bounded over-braids bouncing with every step- and introduced herself.
“Hi Drina, I’m Melody!” she stuck out her hand, expecting me to shake it.
“Hello,” I replied coldly and had to hold my tongue so I wouldn’t correct her. My true name is Deirdra but it would be dangerous to tell a human my name. Though name commands don’t affect me while I’m human it will be winter soon and I will be immortal once again.
Melody’s arm finally started to retract and her bright smile seemed to droop a little, but surprisingly her voice didn’t waver or show any difference in emotion. “Well Drina,” she started, “I’ll take you to your room. Trust me, you’ll love it!”
I watched Melody as she skipped over to the staircase. I was guessing she was around nine or ten. I haven’t been roomed with a little girl this perky since I was younger. I was confused on what made her have such a positive attitude; humans were so confusing.
I followed her up the carpeted staircase taking note of the perfectly level family pictures lining the walls. No wonder Melody seemed so excited I was here, she was an only child. In most of the pictures she was wearing her hair in the same braids she was wearing now with little bows keeping them in place. I guess that was her signature look, like mine was ripped, worn out jeans and skin tight T-shirts.
When I reached the top of the staircase Melody motioned for me to come to her. I did and she presented a cedar door with a glass doorknob. “This is your room,” she said excitedly.
I nodded as if that statement interested me. She watched me for several seconds before I realized she wanted me to open the door. I sighed and turned the glass doorknob and walked into the room.
It carried a new theme that was very different from the rest of the house. The walls were made of the same cedar wood, but the furniture was made of darker wood. The bed spread was a light blue and had white laced sides. A chest lay at the end of the bed and had a beautiful forest scene carved into the wood. A desk and chair were snuggled in the corned next to a set of French doors that lead to a balcony. A dresser was put on the other side of the room with an oval shaped mirror above it.
“Do you like it?” Melody asked. “I picked out the furniture.”
“It’s . . . great,” I said. I was still captured by the beauty of the forest on the other side of those French doors. The snow glistened and reminded me of something that my human mind couldn’t quite calculate.
“Well I’ll let you unpack while I check on dinner. I hope you like stir fry!” she sang and disappeared.
“Finally,” I breathed. The farther I was from the ignorance of the human world, the better I was.
I am not human, well completely anyway. My father was a winter faery and my mother was a human. No, they didn’t fall in love; I was just a . . . mistake. And, being the mistake as I was, I not only killed my mother during birth by freezing her to the bone, but I disgraced my father in our tribe.
Since I was such a disgrace I was cursed that if I didn’t harvest a summer fey’s power by my nineteenth winter solstice I would be frozen by the very power that once coursed through me; ending my life. I change into a fey on each winter solstice and back human on each spring equinox; living most of the year as a mere human.
I found my bags next to the bed. I started unpacking my clothes and put them in the two empty drawers on the top of the dresser. After I finished I placed my two favorite books I stole from one of the other foster homes I was at and place them on the desk. The rest could wait for later. I sat on the bed and ran my hand back and forth across the comforter for a while savoring the sweet moment of silence and peace when I heard a faint knock on the door.
“Drina,” Melody called, “dinner’s ready.”
