Joined: 14 Mar 2010
My eyes trace around the winding rodes or gravel, but what most people would see as
asphalt. I look up at the trees and smile, knowing what is truly in there. Instead of
sweet birds and squirrells, Trolls and elfs and nymphs take their place. The forest are
filled with magic so many beautiful creatures.
"Elle?" I hear my older sister say and I turn back to her, openig the car door.
Or, what she says is a car. Truly? It's a carriage with beautiful brown horses as the
engine. They trot against the gravel rode when were inside, warmth spread inside of us as
we get to the place we are heading. Walmart, I think it's called in these modern times but
that's not it's real name. Dianes Shop the sign read as we walked inside the shop.
The store lady winked at me and patted a new box that read, Spell Books and
Identifacation Of Our Magical Creatures through our eyes, and books in everyone
elses. I smiled and nodded, walking towards her and carefully opening the box. My
expression was full of awe as I carefully picked up the dusty books and studdied them, my
fingers tracing the leather binds. I look up at the clerk and motioned towards the books.
"There yours." said the clerk, a smile across her face as she handed over the box.
"Thankyou so much."I reply, grabbing the box and looking back at my sister reluctantly to
find her expression full of annoyance. I know that I may end up walking home, but I don't
mind doing that. Than I can talk to the nymphs and faries without getting an odd look from
her. I walk back to her nervously and she just rolls her eyes and leads me through the
Soon enough, it's evening and I'm in my room, my door locked tight, with a
blue egg in my arms. I'm staring out the window looking at the beautiful, ebony sky. After
a deep breath, I turn and look around my room at hte faries sitting on my bookshelf, a
troll on my bed, and a pheonix on my lamp. How normal. I smile at my sarcastic joke and
set the egg down on the windowsill. I shoo them away playfully and sit on my bed, falling
asleep immeadietly, hapy to be drifting off into a land of dreams, not unlike the land I
live in now.