I have just realized that I have been writing too many thriller lately…with lots of murder here and there, once again I should say please blame Mr. King for that
I think today is a good day to write something sweet (as sweet as I can be), something that involve friendship and unconditional love between 2 creatures…no, I am not talking about pets (tho I would love to write a story about human and pet’s love one day…but not today).
The idea first came from Katie’s amazing photo (I borrowed her name for the main character…I hope you don’t mind, Katie )…she is a great photographer, I enjoy her work a lot!… She took a picture of this Fairy figurine and somehow I feel like seeing living creature instead of dead statue. I built the baseline of the story but I needed a set and how they connect with each other. Few days later, Creative Writing Ink published their weekly picture for writing prompt…and just like my previous story (one I really like…in fact it was one of my favorites) Behind The Hood, 2 photo/pictures create one story.
As always…Please criticize my work. I am still amateur and what an amateur needs to improve her skill is lots of critiques. Thank you in advance
I have a bit of problem with the title…if you can suggest a better title, I’d appreciate that a lot.
A Fairy Tale
Image Copyright © Katie Johnson
“What’s that?” asks John.
He surprises me and makes me lost for words for a moment. I am caressing a small figurine that I have kept since I was five. “Ow…it’s my good luck charm,” I put it back to my pocket. He is always in my pocket for the past twelve years. Today is my graduation day and I am about to deliver a speech as the best student in my class.
“Yeah…I need a good luck charm too if I were you,” replies John. He gives me a little wink. I can only smile back at him; he has no idea what this figurine means to me. He won’t believe me if I tell him anyway.
It all started when I was five. I had a very weak body back then, I wasn’t allowed to play outside too long. If the wind was too strong, I ended up with high fever. If it was too hot, I also ended up with high fever. The worst was winter, I hated winter because it made me hated myself. Why was I born with such weak body? The kids in my neighborhood were laughing joyfully while they skated on the lake or played snowball war. All I could do were looking enviously from the window. I held my tear, bit my lip and hugged my legs with a heart full of jealousy toward those healthy kids. I wish I were one of them.
Then, out of nowhere he showed up.
“Boo!” a tiny face suddenly appeared on the window.
“Aaaa…” I screamed and fell down from my chair.
“Ups…sorry!! I didn’t mean to frighten you!” He was shouting from outside the glass window. “Are you alright?”
I stood up and looked at him carefully, my face almost touched the glass. “Who are you? Are you a ghost?”
“A ghost?” he laughed so hard as if I had just told him the funniest joke ever. “Do I look like a ghost to you?”
“Well, I never see ghost. Granma told me about it but I never saw them. So, are you?”
“I am too cute to be a ghost!!” he stood up proudly. I finally realized that he was floating in the air and he was smaller than my hand. “I am a fairy! Have you heard of me?”
“Fairies aren’t real!”
“You believe in ghost and not in fairies? How odd is that?”
“Well, Granma never told me about fairy. And mommy read me Peter Pan once. There’s a fairy named Tinkerbell and mommy said she wasn’t real!”
“Tinker who? What an odd name for a fairy. No wonder she said she wasn’t real!”
“What’s your name then?”
He stood erect with one hand on his chest, “I am Nalayahk! The most handsome fairy ever exists on this planet!”
“hahaha…what kind of name is that? And you sure aren’t handsome!”
“What do you know about being handsome…you are only a five years old kid with odd name. I bet you don’t know that Katie means armpit in my language. Urgh, you’re stinky!” he held his nose with his tiny hand.
I smiled my first smile that winter, but then I realized that I hadn’t given him my name. “How do you know my name?”
“I know everything about you. I live in that tree,” he pointed the tree across the window. “You look like you need a company. And since I am a gentleman, I believe it is my duty to accompany you.
We became friend since that day. Nala, that’s how I called him, came everyday and always made me smile. Winter was no longer a sad time for me. He never appeared when Mommy was around. He made me promise not to tell anyone about him. He told everything about the fairy world. Fairies weren’t allowed to show up in front of any human being. Fairies lived in trees and they helped the tree to grow strong. They had no magic power which I found out later that it was wrong, they did have magic!
Unfortunately, Nala only had a chance to accompany me for a month, one unforgettable month.
An earthquake happened a month after I met Nala. The earthquake created a massive avalanche from the mountain behind my house. The avalanche moved at high speed. I was at home with my nanny and we had no time to leave the house. The snow crushed the house and we were buried underneath the debris…or so I thought. I passed out.
When I woke up I was sitting on the tree in front of our house, the trees were still standing. The avalanche couldn’t defeat the trees because they were protected by the fairies, but one fairy didn’t protect the tree. He decided to protect his human friend, me. He was lying on my lap andtrying hard to breath. He was dying.
“Nala, what happened? Are you alright?”
“Don’t worry about me, Katie,” he tried to smile. “I shouldn’t help you as Fairies exist to help the trees not human, but you are my friend. I had to save you. I disobeyed the rule and for that I must be punished. Don’t be sad and keep smiling, you always prettier when you are smiling. My spirit will always be with you…forever.”
Black lines started showing up on his face. His body became as stiff as a statue. The lines turned into crack and I had a terrible image that he was about to turn into dust and flew away living me all alone. I held him tight in my two hands, “please don’t leave me…please don’t leave me…please don’t leave me…” I kept chanting those words over and over again. Even when the rescue team finally found me, I was still chanting the words with tears falling down my cheek.
He never turned into dust. I kept wondering was I the one who had prevented him from turning to dust or maybe fairies never turned to dust after all. No fairies ever appeared in front of me again.
Nala is always in my pocket ever since that dreadful day.
And now, as I walk toward the stage to deliver my speech, I hold him tight in my hand because I want to share this moment with him. He has kept his promise to stay with me…forever.
- Nalayahk is Khayalan read backward. Khayalan means fantasy in Indonesian language.
- Keti (same pronunciation with Katie) is a shorten version of Ketiak, armpit in Indonesian language. Sorry Katie
Here’s another Photo by Katie on Nala. I loved this photo. It fits with the story…fairy and snow
Image Copyright © Katie Johnson