Post by esusa on Dec 23, 2002 21:42:20 GMT -5
This is an opening. Not a whole story. Information excluded in the opening will be included in the rest of the plot. Please tell my what you think of it and the impression it has on you. I'm aiming for certain feelings to be triggered. Happy holidays.
I am Ellemuir, a faerie of darkness. I’m different from other dark faeries, but not just because I have long purple hair much darker than the majority of my kind that appears black at a distance, not just because my eyes are blue, not just because my mother was a water faerie. It is how I became one that is different. I started the same as all faerie children do, pure, untainted, unknowing of the world. We faeries don’t become a specific type of faerie until they are older, though many parents will do their best to direct their child’s type. A faerie’s type is one that suits their nature, interests, and ideals. Since a child often picks up traits from their peers and mother, it is often the case that the child will become like the parent. Faeries do have fathers, but they are from another dimension. When the faeries have children, the girls go with their mothers to this world, and the boys with their fathers to another. I will never know my father, the same as all but a few faeries of Neopia. My appearance was the same as all my kin at birth, small and white, the smallest clear winglets on my back. My wings grew and grew to the point were I could fly with great speed, and their designs were different from every faerie in Neopia, but then again, all faeries, except maybe faerie twins, have different marks on their wings, just as humans have different finger prints. But enough of faerie children, I must say how I became what I am, a dark faerie doomed to everlasting shame.
I am Ellemuir, a faerie of darkness. I’m different from other dark faeries, but not just because I have long purple hair much darker than the majority of my kind that appears black at a distance, not just because my eyes are blue, not just because my mother was a water faerie. It is how I became one that is different. I started the same as all faerie children do, pure, untainted, unknowing of the world. We faeries don’t become a specific type of faerie until they are older, though many parents will do their best to direct their child’s type. A faerie’s type is one that suits their nature, interests, and ideals. Since a child often picks up traits from their peers and mother, it is often the case that the child will become like the parent. Faeries do have fathers, but they are from another dimension. When the faeries have children, the girls go with their mothers to this world, and the boys with their fathers to another. I will never know my father, the same as all but a few faeries of Neopia. My appearance was the same as all my kin at birth, small and white, the smallest clear winglets on my back. My wings grew and grew to the point were I could fly with great speed, and their designs were different from every faerie in Neopia, but then again, all faeries, except maybe faerie twins, have different marks on their wings, just as humans have different finger prints. But enough of faerie children, I must say how I became what I am, a dark faerie doomed to everlasting shame.
