Skies & Faeries
Kayla Hunt
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Part One
Skies and Imperfections
The Skies and the Imperfections were not the blood parents of anything, but they attributed more qualities to select beings than the blood parents of said beings.
Should you choose to look beyond the azure blue, into the mist that hovers right above the clouds, where it is always sunny, in a sickeningly perfect world you would see what hovers continually: the good qualities in every human being. Though this area was devoid of Imperfections, the Imperfections themselves did not dwell far away. The two girls I am about to describe lived right in between the two. The Skies and the Imperfections were not the blood parents of anything, but they attributed more qualities to select beings than the blood parents of the said beings.
The first was Jayne. She had inherited from the Skies the ability to alter the mood of anyone. From the lower family, the Imperfections, she was dealt all the sulkiness and rage that came from the human race. But the Skies were good to her (as they could be nothing else but good) and helped her when she called for the channeling of those energies into more useful tasks. Physically, her muscles were used to working together. She was slender and tan. Her hands were quick and nimble, as if the hands of a Silversmith. Often clothed in more earth toned attire that matched her eyes of murky green, her appearance was intimidating.
Now the second girl was called Lilliana. She had inherited from the Skies an amount of amiable character and all the nature of a social butterfly. Yet the grounded Imperfections had not such a grip on her as they did on the first. Their only leverage was her tendency for denying books and excessive knowledge. The Imperfections misconstrued this into a hatred of knowledge all together, which further could not injure her kindness and pleasing nature. Her clothing consisted more of lighter, pastel colors which contrasted violently against her bright brown eyes.
The two were sisters. Generally, they lived well together. Jayne's 16th birthday wasn't far away, and Lilliana's 13th had just passed. Jayne tended to sulk for long hours, sometimes Lilliana wouldn't see her for days. More often than not, when Jayne finally appeared, she was hungry and tired, but after a good meal and deep sleep she was more rejuvenated than ever after her long hours of reading and thinking. Honestly, she felt that eating was something annoying that had to take place if you wished to continue in life. As much as she would rather not have eating as an interruption, not eating slowed her thought process and fed her anger and anxiety.
Part Two
Lifestyle
One day, Jayne was sulking in a shed somewhere quiet. If you can picture it, it was more of a tent than anything. Old feed bags, shards of canvas and over sized clothing closed the gap between the boards. These boards rested against the bottom of a sharp, rocky cliff making a sort of shed, or hut.
Jayne happened to be reclined on a large rock inside of it reading a book in all serenity. Out of nowhere a scalding, searing pain shot up her back. Convulsions then took over her body and she twitched and flailed, but the pain was relentless. Screams echoed from the shack, but no one heard them. The pain ceased after two agonizing minutes, and Jayne collapsed in a heap on the floor, whimpering. It had stopped as suddenly as it had started. After collecting herself, though still a little shaky, she stood up. The thick book she was reading was forgotten. She knew how to prevent that immeasurable pain occurring again. Stumbling through the rocky terrain of the woods, Jayne searched for a tree fit to climb. It began to rain, the droplets making her squint and wipe her eyes rather often. As if she was in a semi-lucid dream, her eyes she found harder and harder to keep open, so that she couldn't see what was right ahead. Her feet failed her, and she fell over.
The same day, Lilliana was alone in a field of flowers. As was typical, she was dressed up wearing an airy, pastel pink dress, with her reddish brown hair flowing gaily down her back.
A hidden set of eyes watched her from the bushes. They belonged to a blue-jay, the jay was slightly more vibrant than he should have been. "She's something out of a fairy tale." he thought.
Lilliana was giggling while watching a small caterpillar mottle it's way up a tree. Her giggling turned to a sharp "Ah!" as a peculiar tingling touched her back. She put a hand over her mouth. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered. She hadn't realized how outrageously thirsty she had been up to that point. Gathering her hair in a loose pony tail, she set off back home, nothing on her mind but quenching her thirst.
Lilliana and Jayne shared a large house. It's exterior was composed of gray stones and matching shutters. The interior was compiled primarily by Lilliana, so of course it all matched perfectly and was spotless. The most out of place things in the whole house were Jayne's over sized, filthy mud boots on the spotless mantle piece by the door.
If you were wondering why a 15 and 14 year old live together on their own, I'll explain. In this life, children came of age when they were only 10. Most children moved out before then, because they often found they could handle life on their own. To not be able to handle life on your own means dying. Consequently, there weren't any children over the age of 10 who still depended on their parents.
Jayne climbed wearily up a large maple tree. Wearily, but cautiously. She got to the top, sat on a branch and set her back to the tree. Nothing pleased her more at that moment than resting her head against the middle of the tree and closing her eyes. Perhaps it was slightly unceremonious, there were things that called her attention other than wasting time up here. But as she closed her eyes, a familiar pain shot back through her back in two streaks on either side of her spine. Only this time, it wasn't searing and painful, but tingling and almost enjoyable. As if she were sitting in a massage chair. Again, she closed her eyes and began to think. Not her usual intense, logical, practised thinking. It was a kind of coolness, a calm settling deep within her. Without realizing what was happening, she dozed off.