PROLOGUE:

The rain had continued like this for weeks. That smell was beginning to bother everyone in town. The dirt roads werent roads anymore, and the roofs of houses had been covered and re-covered, with-in the short time it took for the rain to accumulate this fast. With the sound of every drop, it was like a beautiful symphony, one everyone had heard millions of times. Here, in Ackerley, a small town high up on the mountain ranges of Akalanka, we get little to no sun a year. The fey folk never seem to mind. But the random fairies and lycan we get through here claim that it is an unsuitable place to even rest, let alone live.
Everyone in town knew everyone else. There were no secrets here; the sound of a crying child was met with the entire town consoling the poor thing. Here life was simple, and easy for that matter. But every once in a while you get a surprise, weather or not it was lurking behind the door, or found screaming in the forest. Every place cannot be perfect, and here, was far from perfection.
The steep willows that seemed to guard the homes were swaying lightly in the breeze, like the rain its self could move mountains, they groaned with the weight of the water. All previous signs of life had long ago fled, probably further down the mountain so they didn’t have to bear the weight of the weather. They left quicker than they arrived. They were lucky. No one leaves from here. Not anywhere outside the walls, no one could fly over them, but no one tried going under. They fey folk would never even consider such a thing. With their majestic wings, why would anyone want to tunnel under a invisible line, and be in danger of dying under the ground? They fey folk never thought of it as a good idea. No one would even consider such a thing.
Out here we had maybe a mile of forest. But after centuries of having only that much space, the animals learn to stay out. So everyone in Ackerley was a vegetarian, and that’s the way that we liked it. Plants grew every where, and the rain rarely ever washed away the plant beds. Here was almost like perfection. If it werent for the corrupted government, and the lack of money. Everyone here would be pretty well-off.
Out here, in this universe, it was rare to get someone who would care for a child that wasn’t their own. But one family was very kind.
You see, Sanjay, and his wife Kalonice, they were and odd pair, one being considered to be the clan leader, the other, the clan outcast. Not many of the fey took their relationship seriously. No one could undermine Kalonice’s beauty, but Sanjay could not have loved any one more. When they wed, they were told no children of their own. So the gods must have smiled on them one day. For tonight they find a gift, screaming and crying, tears streaking down her face, out in the cold.
The rain beat down hard on her mothers already soaked shirt. Kalonice was the first to hear the cries for help. Like a lost mother she ran blind into the wood. Stopping only briefly at the line then continuing on like she didn’t notice. The child lay still as a doll in her mothers’ arms. When the child looked upon the face of this angelic creature, she could only think that she was already lost to the world. Kalonice kneeled in mud, next to the still form of a young mother and her newborn child. The child moved, only slightly. And Kalonice did the only thing she could think of doing. She took off her shawl and wraped it around the child, forcing the stiff arms of a mother longing to care for her child even in death, off the child. This child’s mother was long ago dead, and Kalonice didn’t know how the gods could have let this child live.
“BY the gods, it is the ultimate gift, the one I have prayed for for so long. Anada, my child, you are home.” Kalonice’s voice was sweet, like a beautiful bell it rang out around her as she named the child, and clutched her to her breast.
Because of the weather, Kalonice never got to see the face of her child, no more than a day old, she still loved her more than she thought possible. Her heart ached as she saw the mother, knowing how she must have felt, even in death, that the gods had blessed her with something precious.
But Anada, she was pure, too pure, she never cried after that, never thought she could. That day, the only thing Anada could remember was seeing the face of her mother, Kalonice. Her white blonde hair had hung loosely around her shoulders, her face adorned with the usual tiny gems and glitter of the fey. Her skin, almost as white as the sun. Eyes a big, gorgeous shade of blue. Limbs long, and comfortable. Anada soon after fell asleep.

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Texte: Art not mine
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.05.2010

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To: Savannah, kacie, Jeni, Nikki, Jorden, nick, Kyle, Kizia, Cindy, Hayley, Caitlynn, Katie, Katilen, Quint, Jake, Drennen, Dylan, Drew, Casey, Makenzie, Taylor, Josh C., Josh M., Madi ( you may not know how you helped, but you did). And last but defiantly not least, Adriana, my sweet niece, May you never allow life to drag you under like we have. Forever in our hearts, Love you lots, your aunt.