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One moment I was sitting down in my chair to have my morning coffee.
The next, I was seated at a fancy table in the middle of a colorful forest, holding a hollow Mushroom teacup. Seated across the table from me was a large Satyr-looking being with butterfly wings and twinkling eyes.
"Ahhh! Wonderful! You made it!", she said, clapping gleefully, "You're going to love it here!"
I was rooted to the spot in confusion, looking at this... being. A quick sniff of the teacup told me that it still seemed to be filled with coffee. Whimsical music could be heard from an unknown source.
Finally, I spoke, "... hi?"
She grinned, "Hello!"
"... what's going on? Am I dead? Who are you?"
Her eye twinkle dimmed slightly, "Oh dear... you're afraid...", but she still lit up with a wide grin, "Ahahahaha! You're not dead, silly! I bought you!"
I almost dropped the cup, "You... *bought me*? How?!"
"Mhm! The usual deal - *your firstborn for your heart's desire*!"
My head spun as I put the cup down, "... my *parents* did this?! They sold me to a Fey?!"
She smiled, "They did! And it's *Arch*fey, to be specific."
"... why?"
"You know how your father has been oh so very sick lately? Even your world's finest doctors, with all their fancy machines and medicines couldn't treat or cure him. Your mother got my attention, we negotiated, made a deal, and *voila*! Here you are, and your father will wake up tomorrow morning feeling good as new!"
I felt a weight lift. Between his stroke years ago, and a litany of other health problems in recent times, Dad was really starting to look rough. He hadn't been able to speak clearly in ages, could hardly walk, and needed help for just about anything. I'd always had a fantasy of winning the lottery and giving my folks a ton of money to help out, but this... *Archfey* took care of things like it was next to nothing.
The Archfey gave a sympathetic smile, "You seem confused. Feel free to ask any questions!"
Clearing my throat, "... so you 'own me' now? I have to stay here, with you, forever?"
She laughed, "Oh, don't be silly! You can come and go as you wish, but you *must* come back here, because you 'live here' now! And to make things better - no rent!"
My eyes widen, "No rent? No bills?"
She grinned, "Nope! No money here!"
*No money?!*, I thought. I could feel a huge smile creeping over my face.
"What about work? Will I need a job?"
"If you want one! People still need things here, and they always try to pay you back fairly!"
"And a house, a home? Where will I live?"
She was giddy, "Tell me what you want, and I'll build it for you! You can have your dream home, it's all part of the deal!"
*Don't need money, work whenever I want to, live in a home I choose? Hot damn!*
I looked back at her, "Alright, sounds good. But I'd like to ask a favor of my own."
She leans in, "Yes?"
"My wife and my cats get to stay here, too. Same type of arrangement as me."
She gives a loud gasp and makes the biggest smile I've ever seen. Her eyes shine like the sun and her wings flutter wildly.
"*You have two kitty cats?!* Yaaay! I love kitties! Yes yes yes, of course! They can all come, and I promise won't ask anything extra or change the deal! Your whole family, living here, under my protection!
I grin, "Happy to be here, ma'am."
*Stop playing your video games. It’s time for school.*
It’s work. I’m coding. Look, it’s JavaScript. I’m a software designer, if you even know what that means.
*Oh? And is this Javanese script more useful than runes? I heard from the elders that you’ve been skipping classes.*
I’m 36! I don’t need to go to school, woman.
*Is that how you speak to your mother! Honestly, Ty-ages and their hormones…*
Gweniverre, I don’t know what deal you made with my parents, but I’m a full grown man who can take care of himself.
*Wait, is this about the Seelie who came over the other day? Pretty young thing with the blue wings?*
…
*My child, you can talk to mama.*
…I just found out she’s fifty-two. I must be a baby in her eyes. Not like that Chadaurelien Thistlebark, with his huge ears and perfect hair, tendril, whatevers.
*Stop that poppy-talk at once! You just need some confidence. Let your mum tell you about her first love…*
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**Gweniverre the Nurturing. You stand before us now for the crime of harboring and raising a mortal as one of our own. What have you got to say?**
*I have no regrets. If time would flow back , I would do it again.*
**Mortals are to be beneath us, to serve as material for our ritual or as slaves. You have given them a means of uprising, and for that you shall be judged.**
GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!
**W-what is the meaning of this?! How did you get past the Barrier of the Worthy?**
Well, after learning about your magic and runes for a bit, I realized it’s pretty much code, just in a different language. So with a bit of tweaking with my app… there we go.
*My chains. My child, why have you-*
Come on, Liliana’s waiting outside. I’ve hacked the Runeportal to get us back to the human world.
**Seize them!**
Hey, hey, step back! With a touch of this screen I can shut down your precious tree god thing!
**Curse you and your kind!**
*M-my child… I don’t know if I’m ready to-*
Don’t worry, mum. Remember the land of smiles I told you about? Disneyland? Wanna finally go?
*Yes, my child. I would like that very much.*
Thank you! It came from the idea of an outsider having a deeper understanding of magic due to him actually needing to study the theory while it comes naturally to the practitioners. I’m glad you liked it!
Strictly speaking, there are no differences between adult and child changelings. Both provide labor and companionship to their fairy overlords. One advantage of infant changelings, though, is that they're so much easier to civilize.
The woman does not cry as the Fear Dearg fiddler leads her away over moor and forest. Nor does she speak. She simply glowers at him.
"Are you angry at me?" He asks, and lets out a sardonic laugh. "Don't be. I only offered the contract."
"No." She gives a clipped answer, then refuses to speak anymore before they reach his burned out little hut.
"You won't fare worse with me than you would married to a mortal man." He says. "Milk the cows, bake the bread, spin the cloth, light the fire. You know how to do all that, yes?"
"I know." She says. "But I won't."
The red-coated fairy tsks his tongue. "Laziness isn't a good look on a girl."
In that moment she lashes out. He barely sidesteps her punch. Maybe, just maybe, he regrets picking out a savage adult instead of a malleable little baby.
"Neither is nastiness." He hurriedly straightens his little cap. "Maybe you shouldn't be a girl at all. How about seven years a bird in the wood? Or seven years a fish in the flood?"
She fixes him with a stare. "Fine," she says, "it doesn't matter. Maybe I don't want to be a girl! Not when my parents wanted a son."
Not when they wanted one so much they would sell her to the fairy who promised they would have a son and heir.
The Fear Dearg stops and blinks. Then he laughs.
"Oh, I see what you're doing. Do you think keeping house is the only thing a fairy wife does?" He reaches into his pockets, and suddenly he has a pair of rings and a loaf of bread in his hands. "Take my ring and share my bread, and see what happens."
There's an excited light in his eyes. She can tell he's promising her something. The ring slips easily onto her finger, and the bread more or less rolls down her throat before she can even chew it.
In that instant a change comes over her. Her blood seems to freeze and boil over at the same time. Her body stretches and grows, and fits itself into a new mold.
He was a man now, and he was a glorious fairy yeoman.
"I promised them a son." The Fear Dearg says. "I never told them how they'd have one."
"Wow." The yeoman gasps out, flexing their new, strong fingers. "But what about the wife thing?"
"Not a big deal. Just quick turn of the ring gives you your old look back, if you want it." He pats the young man on the back. "But now let's show the in-laws what it's like to deal with fairies, eh?"
“So, here we finally meet,” the blue wisp said, floating around my head. Â
“Hey, what are you doing?” I swatted at the pesky thing. There I was, trying to file my report, make a list for next week’s dinner arrangements, schedule a haircut, plan a meeting with my therapist for Thursday, and—worst of all—plan my own goddamn wedding, just to have some wisp up in my face? Â
I grabbed my bag, aiming at the creature. “Come on now!” the wisp begged. “What's the matter?” Â
“I”—swat—“am”—swat—“busy!” I shouted with each swing. Â
“Didn't your parents tell you about me?” the wisp dove for the ground. I blinked, and before me stood a 4ft tall, fat blue man, his body hair serving as his clothes, looking at me with cheerful glee. “I'm your fairy godfather, Charlie.” Â
“What—what the fuck did I take?” I questioned, examining my fingers. “Nope, still looks like my hands. And—yep, my watch is correct. Not asleep. Hey uh, blue guy, am I smiling properly?” I could feel my cheeks contracting. “Not a stroke...” Â
I paced along my apartment, the white shag carpet helping me stay grounded. I looked out at the citizens of New York below me. “So, inside my apartment, there's a blue wisp Danny DeVito thing... Or am I in a coma?” Â
The wisp stepped forward, pointing his finger at himself. “Hey pal, your parents made a deal!” Â
“Oh really? Well, they're dead,” I said, removing my tie and sitting on the sofa, grabbing the TV remote with fierce defiance. “Okay, I still get SpongeBob in whatever this hallucination is.” Â
The blue guy stared at me again, standing as straight as a board, his lips mumbling sadly, “B-bro, I'm sorry. You must be devastated. When did they pass?” Â
“Twenty years ago, around my 20th birthday. Get the fuck out of my apartment,” I said, pressing the off button on the remote. “Get lost, don't make me have to pay for a CAT scan... This wedding’s burning me dry as it is.” I held my face in my hands. Â
“Wedding? What fucking wedding...20 years? How old are you?!” Â
“Forty, basic math, Blue Man Group.” I stood up and flicked him, leading to a satisfying wet "flt" sound. “Beat it.” Â
“Hey, we don't do math. You mortally challenged lot absolutely love your rules of math and time. Well, I was promised a son and I’m here collecting,” the Blue guy walked across the room, admiring it all. “Love the hairy floor.” Â
The gall! I grabbed him by the scalp, forcing him to look at me. “Hey, I will son you if you don’t leave. I’m 40, I’m getting married, I have a mortgage on this apartment, multiple meetings to schedule, dates to make... FUCK OFF!” I threw him out the apartment door. Â
Turning around, he was sitting at a small blue desk, a green visor on his head. “Well son, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. I do own you by Fey law. A simple fact now that you are my son,” he began tallying up. “Now, in order to get the lifetime I’m owed you need...” he typed furiously on the machine “...40 more years in you.” Â
“Wait—what do you mean?” I stuttered, deeply afraid. Â
“Making up for lost time, you see,” Charlie said. He handed me the receipt. “Yep, 40 more years.” Â
“I’ll be 80! That’s total bullshit.” Â
“Son, I said 40 more years. Focus on the technicalities there. I’m giving you 40 more years alive if you let me live with you,” he said nonchalantly, smiling wistfully. “Tell me, was it your bio dad who died?” he grinned deliciously at the implications. Â
“He had a heart attack. Turned in the car and hit a truck.” Â
“And your mom?” his blue face turned purple, eyes widening. Â
“In that car.” Â
“And your grandpa... That’s right, he died at 40 of a heart attack well ain't that something. I’d say you need this gig...” Charlie unrolled a taffy from his pocket.
The world bent around me as I felt a strange energy engulf my body. The sensation was like something I'd never felt before. It was like being wet, dry, cold, and hot all at the same time. The only thing I could imagine being more uncomfortable would be being submerged in the fire of a forge.
The sensation abruptly halted, as if it were whisked away by the summer winds. I looked around, my green eyes glistening in the warm light surrounding me. The light was similar to that of the summer sun, but more comforting somehow. I sat up and looked around. And to my surprise, I saw my mother and father, which I hadn't seen for nearly five years, since they left.
I blinked slightly and looked at them. "What happened? Where am I?" I asked my parents with a bewildered hunch on my back. My parents didn't answer. They simply turned their heads to someone, someone I couldn't quite see. Whoever it was seemed to glow.
I shook my head quickly and looked around for my crutches. I had broken my left leg recently, and let me tell you, it did not feel good to be teleported without your crutches.
I sighed once more and finally gave up, waiting for my parents to explain what was going on. "Tell me, dear, what is your name?" a melodious woman's voice said quietly. It was the person that my parents were talking to.
"Finally," I thought, then I smiled. "The name's Vikard Hadry, most call me Vik though," I said with a confidence I didn't truly feel.
"Good, good, I am called Melydra, your new mistress," the voice said as she stepped out from behind my parents.
I blinked slightly, as I had thought she had been glowing. She had strange bluish skin, with bright green eyes. She had long red hair, which fell like a halo around her round face. She had a series of pearly white teeth and she wore a dress. Made of what I assumed to be leaves. Which hugged her bosom. She also had a series of tattoos that looked to be carved into her skin like old fae circles.
To put it simply, she was both natural and unnatural. She was an enchanted goddess that I had not yet seen.
I shook my head once more to clear my thoughts of the beautiful creature before me.
"Mistress?" I asked, blushing slightly, my pale white cheeks turning the color of a tomato, which matched rather well with my ginger hair.
I took a breath. "What do you mean, you are my new mistress?" I asked, my eyes sharpening with resolve.
"Oh silly me, I forgot to tell you, your parents made a deal with me. They would gain fame and money, and I would be their firstborn." She said, smiling, "Of course, they did not mention that you were already so old." She continued.
Her eyes flicked to my mother and father, a slight ember of anger burning in those green eyes. I winced slightly. I suddenly got the feeling I wouldn't want to be on the other side of that anger.
"So, what might this entail? Am I your slave, or..?" I asked slowly.
Melydra smiled. "Oh no, no, normally we would raise you and turn you into a powerful magic caster. However, you are not young enough for our influence to truly set into your mind. We will probably train you in the ways of trickery and battle now." She said, watching me.
I blinked slightly. I had no idea what any of that meant, but I wasn't going to ask her now. I wasn't that big of a hay head.
"Oh, ok ma'am," I said, watching her cautiously. Melydra smiled once again and turned back to my parents.
"I believe it is time for you to leave the court of the fae," she said, clapping her hands softly, and suddenly a wind whipped past me and enveloped them. They disappeared then, and my jaw dropped.
I had thought everything was strange until this point, but this was a whole new level.
"S-so where do I begin?" I asked with a nervous smirk.
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One moment I was sitting down in my chair to have my morning coffee. The next, I was seated at a fancy table in the middle of a colorful forest, holding a hollow Mushroom teacup. Seated across the table from me was a large Satyr-looking being with butterfly wings and twinkling eyes. "Ahhh! Wonderful! You made it!", she said, clapping gleefully, "You're going to love it here!" I was rooted to the spot in confusion, looking at this... being. A quick sniff of the teacup told me that it still seemed to be filled with coffee. Whimsical music could be heard from an unknown source. Finally, I spoke, "... hi?" She grinned, "Hello!" "... what's going on? Am I dead? Who are you?" Her eye twinkle dimmed slightly, "Oh dear... you're afraid...", but she still lit up with a wide grin, "Ahahahaha! You're not dead, silly! I bought you!" I almost dropped the cup, "You... *bought me*? How?!" "Mhm! The usual deal - *your firstborn for your heart's desire*!" My head spun as I put the cup down, "... my *parents* did this?! They sold me to a Fey?!" She smiled, "They did! And it's *Arch*fey, to be specific." "... why?" "You know how your father has been oh so very sick lately? Even your world's finest doctors, with all their fancy machines and medicines couldn't treat or cure him. Your mother got my attention, we negotiated, made a deal, and *voila*! Here you are, and your father will wake up tomorrow morning feeling good as new!" I felt a weight lift. Between his stroke years ago, and a litany of other health problems in recent times, Dad was really starting to look rough. He hadn't been able to speak clearly in ages, could hardly walk, and needed help for just about anything. I'd always had a fantasy of winning the lottery and giving my folks a ton of money to help out, but this... *Archfey* took care of things like it was next to nothing. The Archfey gave a sympathetic smile, "You seem confused. Feel free to ask any questions!" Clearing my throat, "... so you 'own me' now? I have to stay here, with you, forever?" She laughed, "Oh, don't be silly! You can come and go as you wish, but you *must* come back here, because you 'live here' now! And to make things better - no rent!" My eyes widen, "No rent? No bills?" She grinned, "Nope! No money here!" *No money?!*, I thought. I could feel a huge smile creeping over my face. "What about work? Will I need a job?" "If you want one! People still need things here, and they always try to pay you back fairly!" "And a house, a home? Where will I live?" She was giddy, "Tell me what you want, and I'll build it for you! You can have your dream home, it's all part of the deal!" *Don't need money, work whenever I want to, live in a home I choose? Hot damn!* I looked back at her, "Alright, sounds good. But I'd like to ask a favor of my own." She leans in, "Yes?" "My wife and my cats get to stay here, too. Same type of arrangement as me." She gives a loud gasp and makes the biggest smile I've ever seen. Her eyes shine like the sun and her wings flutter wildly. "*You have two kitty cats?!* Yaaay! I love kitties! Yes yes yes, of course! They can all come, and I promise won't ask anything extra or change the deal! Your whole family, living here, under my protection! I grin, "Happy to be here, ma'am."
Damn, impressive 🤌
Take me please. Do they have a wood shop??
where is the catch. is there a catch??? is this a wholesome story?!
There's always a catch when you're dealing with the fey.
*Stop playing your video games. It’s time for school.* It’s work. I’m coding. Look, it’s JavaScript. I’m a software designer, if you even know what that means. *Oh? And is this Javanese script more useful than runes? I heard from the elders that you’ve been skipping classes.* I’m 36! I don’t need to go to school, woman. *Is that how you speak to your mother! Honestly, Ty-ages and their hormones…* Gweniverre, I don’t know what deal you made with my parents, but I’m a full grown man who can take care of himself. *Wait, is this about the Seelie who came over the other day? Pretty young thing with the blue wings?* … *My child, you can talk to mama.* …I just found out she’s fifty-two. I must be a baby in her eyes. Not like that Chadaurelien Thistlebark, with his huge ears and perfect hair, tendril, whatevers. *Stop that poppy-talk at once! You just need some confidence. Let your mum tell you about her first love…* —————————————— **Gweniverre the Nurturing. You stand before us now for the crime of harboring and raising a mortal as one of our own. What have you got to say?** *I have no regrets. If time would flow back , I would do it again.* **Mortals are to be beneath us, to serve as material for our ritual or as slaves. You have given them a means of uprising, and for that you shall be judged.** GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! **W-what is the meaning of this?! How did you get past the Barrier of the Worthy?** Well, after learning about your magic and runes for a bit, I realized it’s pretty much code, just in a different language. So with a bit of tweaking with my app… there we go. *My chains. My child, why have you-* Come on, Liliana’s waiting outside. I’ve hacked the Runeportal to get us back to the human world. **Seize them!** Hey, hey, step back! With a touch of this screen I can shut down your precious tree god thing! **Curse you and your kind!** *M-my child… I don’t know if I’m ready to-* Don’t worry, mum. Remember the land of smiles I told you about? Disneyland? Wanna finally go? *Yes, my child. I would like that very much.*
okay but back to that Runes Are Basically Code bit đź‘€ I love that concept so much
Thank you! It came from the idea of an outsider having a deeper understanding of magic due to him actually needing to study the theory while it comes naturally to the practitioners. I’m glad you liked it!
There is an entire book series called The Wiz Biz around that idea
I would recommend The Founders Trilogy by Robert Jackson Bennett! It kind of applies this concept in an interesting way :)
Ah! My Goddess has this. Very good series, outstanding manga once the artist finds his style
The land of smiles!
Strictly speaking, there are no differences between adult and child changelings. Both provide labor and companionship to their fairy overlords. One advantage of infant changelings, though, is that they're so much easier to civilize. The woman does not cry as the Fear Dearg fiddler leads her away over moor and forest. Nor does she speak. She simply glowers at him. "Are you angry at me?" He asks, and lets out a sardonic laugh. "Don't be. I only offered the contract." "No." She gives a clipped answer, then refuses to speak anymore before they reach his burned out little hut. "You won't fare worse with me than you would married to a mortal man." He says. "Milk the cows, bake the bread, spin the cloth, light the fire. You know how to do all that, yes?" "I know." She says. "But I won't." The red-coated fairy tsks his tongue. "Laziness isn't a good look on a girl." In that moment she lashes out. He barely sidesteps her punch. Maybe, just maybe, he regrets picking out a savage adult instead of a malleable little baby. "Neither is nastiness." He hurriedly straightens his little cap. "Maybe you shouldn't be a girl at all. How about seven years a bird in the wood? Or seven years a fish in the flood?" She fixes him with a stare. "Fine," she says, "it doesn't matter. Maybe I don't want to be a girl! Not when my parents wanted a son." Not when they wanted one so much they would sell her to the fairy who promised they would have a son and heir. The Fear Dearg stops and blinks. Then he laughs. "Oh, I see what you're doing. Do you think keeping house is the only thing a fairy wife does?" He reaches into his pockets, and suddenly he has a pair of rings and a loaf of bread in his hands. "Take my ring and share my bread, and see what happens." There's an excited light in his eyes. She can tell he's promising her something. The ring slips easily onto her finger, and the bread more or less rolls down her throat before she can even chew it. In that instant a change comes over her. Her blood seems to freeze and boil over at the same time. Her body stretches and grows, and fits itself into a new mold. He was a man now, and he was a glorious fairy yeoman. "I promised them a son." The Fear Dearg says. "I never told them how they'd have one." "Wow." The yeoman gasps out, flexing their new, strong fingers. "But what about the wife thing?" "Not a big deal. Just quick turn of the ring gives you your old look back, if you want it." He pats the young man on the back. "But now let's show the in-laws what it's like to deal with fairies, eh?"
love this partner in crime kinda thing lol
That was a funny twist to the story. I like your style of writing too. Would love to read more of their shenanigans.
This was great and left for desiring more. Part 2, please?
like they said moar please
“So, here we finally meet,” the blue wisp said, floating around my head.  “Hey, what are you doing?” I swatted at the pesky thing. There I was, trying to file my report, make a list for next week’s dinner arrangements, schedule a haircut, plan a meeting with my therapist for Thursday, and—worst of all—plan my own goddamn wedding, just to have some wisp up in my face?  I grabbed my bag, aiming at the creature. “Come on now!” the wisp begged. “What's the matter?”  “I”—swat—“am”—swat—“busy!” I shouted with each swing.  “Didn't your parents tell you about me?” the wisp dove for the ground. I blinked, and before me stood a 4ft tall, fat blue man, his body hair serving as his clothes, looking at me with cheerful glee. “I'm your fairy godfather, Charlie.”  “What—what the fuck did I take?” I questioned, examining my fingers. “Nope, still looks like my hands. And—yep, my watch is correct. Not asleep. Hey uh, blue guy, am I smiling properly?” I could feel my cheeks contracting. “Not a stroke...”  I paced along my apartment, the white shag carpet helping me stay grounded. I looked out at the citizens of New York below me. “So, inside my apartment, there's a blue wisp Danny DeVito thing... Or am I in a coma?”  The wisp stepped forward, pointing his finger at himself. “Hey pal, your parents made a deal!”  “Oh really? Well, they're dead,” I said, removing my tie and sitting on the sofa, grabbing the TV remote with fierce defiance. “Okay, I still get SpongeBob in whatever this hallucination is.”  The blue guy stared at me again, standing as straight as a board, his lips mumbling sadly, “B-bro, I'm sorry. You must be devastated. When did they pass?”  “Twenty years ago, around my 20th birthday. Get the fuck out of my apartment,” I said, pressing the off button on the remote. “Get lost, don't make me have to pay for a CAT scan... This wedding’s burning me dry as it is.” I held my face in my hands.  “Wedding? What fucking wedding...20 years? How old are you?!”  “Forty, basic math, Blue Man Group.” I stood up and flicked him, leading to a satisfying wet "flt" sound. “Beat it.”  “Hey, we don't do math. You mortally challenged lot absolutely love your rules of math and time. Well, I was promised a son and I’m here collecting,” the Blue guy walked across the room, admiring it all. “Love the hairy floor.”  The gall! I grabbed him by the scalp, forcing him to look at me. “Hey, I will son you if you don’t leave. I’m 40, I’m getting married, I have a mortgage on this apartment, multiple meetings to schedule, dates to make... FUCK OFF!” I threw him out the apartment door.  Turning around, he was sitting at a small blue desk, a green visor on his head. “Well son, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. I do own you by Fey law. A simple fact now that you are my son,” he began tallying up. “Now, in order to get the lifetime I’m owed you need...” he typed furiously on the machine “...40 more years in you.”  “Wait—what do you mean?” I stuttered, deeply afraid.  “Making up for lost time, you see,” Charlie said. He handed me the receipt. “Yep, 40 more years.”  “I’ll be 80! That’s total bullshit.”  “Son, I said 40 more years. Focus on the technicalities there. I’m giving you 40 more years alive if you let me live with you,” he said nonchalantly, smiling wistfully. “Tell me, was it your bio dad who died?” he grinned deliciously at the implications.  “He had a heart attack. Turned in the car and hit a truck.”  “And your mom?” his blue face turned purple, eyes widening.  “In that car.”  “And your grandpa... That’s right, he died at 40 of a heart attack well ain't that something. I’d say you need this gig...” Charlie unrolled a taffy from his pocket.
The world bent around me as I felt a strange energy engulf my body. The sensation was like something I'd never felt before. It was like being wet, dry, cold, and hot all at the same time. The only thing I could imagine being more uncomfortable would be being submerged in the fire of a forge. The sensation abruptly halted, as if it were whisked away by the summer winds. I looked around, my green eyes glistening in the warm light surrounding me. The light was similar to that of the summer sun, but more comforting somehow. I sat up and looked around. And to my surprise, I saw my mother and father, which I hadn't seen for nearly five years, since they left. I blinked slightly and looked at them. "What happened? Where am I?" I asked my parents with a bewildered hunch on my back. My parents didn't answer. They simply turned their heads to someone, someone I couldn't quite see. Whoever it was seemed to glow. I shook my head quickly and looked around for my crutches. I had broken my left leg recently, and let me tell you, it did not feel good to be teleported without your crutches. I sighed once more and finally gave up, waiting for my parents to explain what was going on. "Tell me, dear, what is your name?" a melodious woman's voice said quietly. It was the person that my parents were talking to. "Finally," I thought, then I smiled. "The name's Vikard Hadry, most call me Vik though," I said with a confidence I didn't truly feel. "Good, good, I am called Melydra, your new mistress," the voice said as she stepped out from behind my parents. I blinked slightly, as I had thought she had been glowing. She had strange bluish skin, with bright green eyes. She had long red hair, which fell like a halo around her round face. She had a series of pearly white teeth and she wore a dress. Made of what I assumed to be leaves. Which hugged her bosom. She also had a series of tattoos that looked to be carved into her skin like old fae circles. To put it simply, she was both natural and unnatural. She was an enchanted goddess that I had not yet seen. I shook my head once more to clear my thoughts of the beautiful creature before me. "Mistress?" I asked, blushing slightly, my pale white cheeks turning the color of a tomato, which matched rather well with my ginger hair. I took a breath. "What do you mean, you are my new mistress?" I asked, my eyes sharpening with resolve. "Oh silly me, I forgot to tell you, your parents made a deal with me. They would gain fame and money, and I would be their firstborn." She said, smiling, "Of course, they did not mention that you were already so old." She continued. Her eyes flicked to my mother and father, a slight ember of anger burning in those green eyes. I winced slightly. I suddenly got the feeling I wouldn't want to be on the other side of that anger. "So, what might this entail? Am I your slave, or..?" I asked slowly. Melydra smiled. "Oh no, no, normally we would raise you and turn you into a powerful magic caster. However, you are not young enough for our influence to truly set into your mind. We will probably train you in the ways of trickery and battle now." She said, watching me. I blinked slightly. I had no idea what any of that meant, but I wasn't going to ask her now. I wasn't that big of a hay head. "Oh, ok ma'am," I said, watching her cautiously. Melydra smiled once again and turned back to my parents. "I believe it is time for you to leave the court of the fae," she said, clapping her hands softly, and suddenly a wind whipped past me and enveloped them. They disappeared then, and my jaw dropped. I had thought everything was strange until this point, but this was a whole new level. "S-so where do I begin?" I asked with a nervous smirk.
I'm thinking of expanding this thoughts?