The petals of summer

Flying Summer

With this, I'd like to present you the beginning of my latest short story, called 'Flying Summer'.
It's about a pixie girl that lived by a human family for five years and wakes up in a forest nearby without any memories just to find out that she is one of the last pixies in the woods and is destinied to safe the forest. Though she's still young and doesn't know any of her own powers at all...

Clarice had always loved the summer, especially those days when the air was all clean. Especially those nights when one could see really every little star on the dark blue midnightsky.
It was her first memory, the moon, the stars, soft grass beneath her, trees around her. Her first memory when she had awoken in the woods – just a child, not more than four years on earth – and all on her own.
It should have been a reason to cry – to cry for help or just to cry in angony but she stayed all quiet. It had been an instinct that made her lay still in the grass, her crystal eyes on the sky above her. Rainbows had appeared in front of her – rainbows that directly pierced through her eyes into her soul and changed the colour of the blue eyes – changed not only her appearance but also her way of thinking – not like the human child she was.
In this night she had become what she was by now – a fairy of the forest – a spirit of nature, a flying flower, full of grace.

First it had been a lonely life – and she was confused by all of those new things around her – of course she had been in the forest before, after all she had lived for four years as the daughter of two normal humans – but she didn't remember anything.
She had been kidnapped by fairys in that night – because she wasn't a normal child after all. The real daughter of her parents had been brought away a few hours after she had been born – and in exchange they had received Clarice, a fairy whose powers had been set on standby.
And this night had become the day of her awakening.

The world became a whole new place for her, a beautiful yet a dangerous place because she didn't know anything. Everything she did in that night was influenced by her instincts – how she sat there and just sat there for one, two, three hours, how she made her way through the chaotic mass of plants and grass and trees to search for water, how she listened for the sound of a small, streaming river that devided the forest in two parts, how she sniffed for the smell of food – just to find the sweetest strawberries the nature could give her, right next to the crystal clear water.

But in all this beauty there was something wrong, something that made her feel strange, that made her fear for her surroundings and herself too. She didn't know what it was, she couldn't say it, she could just feel it. The leafs that shone like jade stones in the silver light of the full moon and were reflected in the river seemed lively, didn't they? There was a thin white layer on the backsite of one of those leafs that couldn't be seen by a human's eyes but also not by those of the little pixie girl.

Clarice stood under the trees - the trees of the forest which suffered from an illness, a disease they couldn't fight on there own. And the fairies, the pixies that used to protect them from those dark shadows which killed them slowly, were gone.