3 December 2012
"I still can't believe you're doing this." The first words out of Kyle's mouth the next day, and all I had heard him say since. "And I can't believe I'm going along with it," he said as he shook his head. "How long will this take anyway?" "About an eternity, if you don't shut up," I responded, leafing through the old book in my hands. It was big and brown, and a bit worn and with some creased pages from regular reading. I loved it because it felt perfectly comfortable in my hands. And the best part - it was all about fairies. We were standing in front of the bookcase in my room, where I had told Kyle the day before I would take him to teach him a bit about fairies. And here he was, standing behind me and complaining to himself annoyingly. "So have you found what you're looking for yet?" he said less than five seconds after I told him to be quiet. "C'mon, how hard can it be? There can't be that much to know about them... in theory, that is." I sighed and slapped my book shut. "How am I supposed to find anything when you won't be quiet?" Kyle backed down a little. "Sorry," he said and proceeded to occupy himself with watching his feet. Rolling my eyes, I went back to the book, flipping a few pages at a time. Finally my eyes settled on what I had been looking for. "Here it is," I announced. Kyle quickly looked up from shuffling his feet and hovered behind my shoulder, trying to peer at the book. "Lesson One in the ways of fairies," I read aloud, shrugging Kyle off and turning to hide the words from his view. "One cannot conciously kill a fairy." "Let me read it!" Kyle begged. "Why? You were less than enthusiastic about this whole thing a minute ago." I said, irritated. "Because it'll go faster if I read it in my head," he responded, grabbing for the book. "For goodness sake," I exclaimed tugging the book back, "have some paitience." "I don't have all day! Please can I just read it myself?" I hesitated for a second, then handed the book to him. "Now I just want to get this over with as quick as possible, too. You're making it painful." Kyle took the book roughly and silently read.
Lesson one in the ways of fairies: one cannot conciously kill a fairy.
"Every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead." This is why you can't kill a fairy. At least not knowingly, out of spite. Such as the situation of a child arguing with another child, where the topic is fairies; one child mentions that if one says they don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies, and to that the mean child says out of spite, just to upset the first child, "I don't believe in fairies!" then continues, "Ha! A fairy just died now, what do you think of that?" For that statement proves they believe in the existence of fairies. Else, how could they know they just killed one?"
"This is ridiculous," Kyle exclaimed upon finishing. "No one would actually believe it. It doesn't prove anything." I grabbed my book back violently and shut it. "Then why did you agree to this in the first place if you're just going to wave off everything I say? You're supposed to have an open mind!" I made a show of wiping off the parts of the book that he had touched with my shirt. "Who says I'm supposed to be any particular way? There's no rules for letting someone teach you about fairies!" "My point exactly!" I shot back triumphantly. "You're not letting me at all!" Kyle huffed and crossed his arms, slumping against the wall. "It's stupid anyway," he muttered. "Then why did you agree to it?" I asked haughtily, smoothing the pages of my book. I closed it gently and put it back on the shelf with a loving pat. Kyle made a face as if he didn't understand my obsession with books. I truly wondered, why did he agree? He didn't seem the least bit interested in giving me a fair chance. I put my hands on my hips and sighed. "I am willing... to try this with a different approach," I finally ventured. Kyle looked up expectantly. "But it will require extreme commitment," I continued. "Once you're in, there's really no getting out." "What do you mean?" Kyle asked, sounding genuinely intrigued. "Do you really want me to prove to you that fairies exist?" I asked. "I don't think you can, but I want to see you try." "Well then, don't say I didn't warn you." I grabbed my book off the shelf again and turned and walked out of my room with Kyle following, interested. "So are you gonna tell me what you mean?" he asked again. I didn't answer. We went out my back door and into the flower garden in the yard. I stopped walking and turned to face Kyle. "What... why are we here?" He sounded rather unimpressed after my mysterious words back in the house. "You'll see," I said, opening the book. "You're absolutely sure you want me to try my hardest to convince you?" "Absolutely." I smiled mischeviously. "Alright then." I cleared my throat.
"People of the hidden lands, Stars and lakes and trees and sands, Down below, above it all, Come, and hear my beckoned call!
From fairy dust, and magic spells, Singing voices and ringing bells, Fly hither, and give us your hand, Take us to your magic land!" I read aloud.
Kyle looked a bit worried. I had just read some pretty heavy sounding words, and in a serious manner. Not so sure of yourself now eh, boy? I thought and smiled. Right then, things began to happen. First there was a bit of wind. The breeze picked up and blew a few leaves at us, nothing unusual. But then, there was the sound of clear, bell voices singing on the wind. Kyle's eyes widened and he looked about, as if he was wondering where it was coming from. He didn't have to wonder very long. Suddenly, in the air around us, figures of women with wings shimmered into existence; not completely visible but phantom-like and transparent, and giving off a soft glow. They extended their arms towards us, singing words I knew Kyle couldn't understand. But I knew what they were saying. "Oh welcome, dear travelers, please take our hands..." I reached out and grasped the hand of the nearest fairy. I looked over at Kyle. He was standing, moving his mouth but not making any noise. "C'mon, take one of their hands!" I shouted. But he seemed frozen. Silly me. I should have known the fairies would handle things. Still singing, two of them moved towards Kyle and took hold of his arms. He looked back and forth at them surprisedly, saying, "What... what..." It looked like he had regained the power of speech. Pity. The fairies began to lift us up into the sky, with Kyle still stuttering in shock. With that, the world around us faded, and we were away.
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