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 I Want More

Prompt: Open Spaces

Character: Annika    Story: Fairy Tail (temporary title)


The sun gently warms my head and shoulders as I walk under its light. I am thankful that the day isn't any hotter, lest the joyous warmth becomes a burning heat. As it stands, my arms are already feeling the strain of the weight of several large books within my grasp. This can hardly be helped, however, as I am on my way to the library to return them. I sigh as I remember when I first checked them out and the librarian patronizingly asked if I would be able to read all these 'very big books' by the due date. I had, of course, assured him that it would be no problem, but he had responded with only a dubious look proving that he was far from believing my assurances. I know that I should be quite accustomed to this treatment, and yet I find that regardless of the frequency this kind of occurrence arises, I am still equally unprepared to respond.


I am pulled from my thoughts by some off my so- called peers playing a game of basketball across the street with one of those hoops that children love. They are laughing and pushing each other, that is until they see me. The fun stops when I come into view and they point and talk to each other in what they think of as quiet whispers. I know what this town thinks of me. I am an oddball. At school, I have many nicknames, none of which are particularly flattering. I am known as Bookworm, teacher's pet, or even just that freak. And all this merely because I find it easier and more fun to read books rather than banter or gossip with my friends. That is if I had friends. The closest I have is my sister, but even then she isn't like me. She has some friends and she will run off and engage in activities I never would.


My father tells me that this is merely one phase of my life; that everything will change when I enter college. He claims that I have simply matured faster than those my same age, but I have my doubts. I am not implying that I think myself superior to all others my age, but I think there may be some form of a phenomenon within this small town which forces sensible teens to become reckless in a very veiled attempt to blend in and fit in. I, on the other hand, am not one to change myself to be included. And for my 'indecent arrogance' I am ostracized.


I can't imagine that I am missing all that much, so I am not bitter by this treatment. At least at home, I am treated normally. This was my normal life, until recently. Everything changed when the most popular guy in the whole school suddenly took notice of me. I can't tell if he is joking or if he has seriously developed a new crush for me, but I wish he would move on sooner rather than later. I don't have anything against him in particular, but he is content to stay as he is and never straying far from home. This is not a life I can envision for myself. Ever.


I can't help but want more. I want to travel and see places that no one in this town could ever dream of. Meet new people, learn new languages and facts, sightseeing in the great travel centers of the world. Add an adventure along the way, and I shall live with no regrets. Perhaps along the way, I will find a place that calls out to me; one where I feel I truly belong, but my current situations are most certainly not that place.

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As per my usual habit, this is unedited. A little piece of my take on Cinderella.

Cinders often ventured out onto the manor grounds, sometimes to look for mushrooms, sometimes for firewood, sometimes just to get away from the calls of her mother and sisters. The old stone building was perched by the road, and backed into a forest once owned by her stepfather. Some had been sold to neighbors since his death, but there was still plenty of wildland to satisfy the girl. Her usual walk started at the front gate and took her along a well-worn path ringing the property. Once in the forest there were a few variations to keep the walk interesting but the path always let out back by the road. 
Today was bright, warm sunshine beaming down with little breeze. Cinders' favorite sort of day. She had already cooked breakfast and lunch, swept the floors, and hung the laundry on the line when she picked up her little mushroom basket and headed out. 
The air cooled as she entered the shaded woods, passing the grove of weeping beech trees, careful not to tread on the forget-me-nots growing along the edge of the little dirt path. Birds chirped happily coaxing Cinders' to join them, singing the song her stepfather used to sing to her and her sisters. It was a song to protect travelers, he had told them. Cinders had never had the occasion to learn many songs so even though she wasn't a traveler, and in fact had no intention of ever leaving Hallwell manor, it was just about the only thing she could sing. "And as the sun sets~ The light breaks across the sea, leaving its trace on my dearest memories…" There were not mushrooms today, but some wild onions caught her eye and she deftly snipped what she would use for dinner tonight using her fingernails and placed them in her basket, continuing her song. "The wheels turn and turn, taking me someplace new each night, as the sun sets, as the sun sets~" 
As she neared the front gate once more, following the edge of the property, a voice startled her. "Dear child, you have a lovely voice." Cinders jumped, startled, and looked behind her through the spaces in the fence at what appeared to be a small, withered beggar woman, walking along the road. "Oh I'm sorry child, I didn't mean to frighten you," she smiled gently, showing her rotted teeth.
"No, I didn't mean to start, I didn't realize there was someone on the other side of the fence is all." Cinders replied. The beggar woman chuckled, which turned into a coughing fit. Obviously she wasn't well. "Madam, wait right here, I'll get you some water."
She put her basket down and ran across the weedy lawn to the kitchen's back door, retrieving a tin of water and grabbing one of the dinner rolls as well. She could go without tonight, she knew her mother and sisters would not. 
The beggar was still there when she returned, passing the tin of water first, then trading it for the loaf of bread. "Sweet child, I can see this manor has fallen into disrepair. Surely you haven't bread to spare."
"We do just fine. Please take it, it was baked fresh this morning." This woman had likely gone some time without a meal, and Cinders knew what it felt like to go to bed hungry. 
"Do you know how many homes I passed on this road, looking for a kindhearted soul? You fetched me water without me asking for it, and even brought me a meal which will likely cost you yours." As she spoke, her skin, wizened and cracked with age, began firming as wrinkles vanished. Her hair lengthened and turned from white to thick honey, and her back straightened, making her taller. "As you can see, I am a faerie, and I have searched for someone deserving to grant a gift to. You are the first to show me kindness. What do you wish for?"
Cinders stared. Before her stood a beautiful, fair-haired maiden, adorned with a golden circlet and gossamer, ethereal wings where a filthy, half-dead beggar woman had stood. She knew magic existed, she had seen it only once before in her life when her stepfather brought a crystal that could show you things happening far away home before selling it -- but to see real faerie magic happen right in front of her was beyond anything she had ever expected. "Well child? Whatever you wish I can give you. Freedom from the slave girl's life you live? Wealth? Love?"
Cinders didn't know what she wanted. She had dreamed of escaping her mother and sisters, but had always laughed it off. Was that what she really wanted? What would happen to them without her? What about the animals? What did she want?
Her mouth moved before her mind had settled, voicing her deepest desire. "I wish for a friend."
The faerie tilted her head, surprised by the wish. "You are too kind for your own good. You could get away from here. But a wish is a wish. I will grant it in three parts. First," she reached out and dropped a seed into Cinders' palm. "The flower which grows from this seed will give you what you want. Second," She waved her hand and a beautiful golden locket appeared at Cinders' neck. "It will open when you need it to. Third, because you give so much of yourself for others, I am placing a shard of magic inside you," she pointed her index finger at Cinders' chest and a strange sensation struck her for a moment. "Magic works for different people in different ways. For some it withers and vanishes, for others it grows, making them stronger. Every person has some magical affinity. I look forward to seeing how yours manifests." And between blinks, the faerie vanished. 
Cinders spent some time staring at the fence before reaching down to pick her basket back up. Inside was the sprigs of wild onion, a tin cup, and a small loaf of bread. Her hand went to her neck, where a sparkling golden locket hung.
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 I dunno if you guys are up for continuing, but I have the writing bug so I think I'm going to go ahead and put up the next prompt: 

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