Personal Narrative-Half-Fairy

A lock of my deep brown hair drops in front of my deep green eyes. I sigh and shove it back under my hazy blue hood. Of all the things in the universe to be, I had to be half-fairy? Half the time, I'm pretty sure that my wild locks enjoy taunting me. Not that it's the only thing. Imagine, the tantalizing-ness of a whole world to explore, but being shut off from it by mountains? Mountains, of all things. Not guarded by anything, but just a bunch of dumb rocks standing in my way. Why has no one tried to escape? Ever? Well, as they say, first time's the charm. I grin from the patch of trees hiding my feminine form. Juniper trees, like me. Across my chest is the strap of my messenger bag, and hanging from my back is a bow, in case there is something …show more content…
Can't you see how half-fairies do in the real world? Real fairies work, too....."

"Whenever a fairy tries, nobody believes them. They're the weak link in the Fantasy and Humans Coexist Attempt."

"All you gotta do to get the skeptics to believe is to let one of us out." I grumble.

"Yeah, no. You are the shame of Elan' Island." Alvara says.

"No, we are the product of Fantasy and Humans coexisting! Isn't that what you want?"

"That is enough! To the High Counsel!" She says, her light brown skin flushing

"Can we at least go straight to the royals this time?" I mutter.

Alvara's sapphire eyes twinkle with a tiny bit of amusement.

"You never quit, do you?" she asks as she ties a rope around my wrists and tiny wings.

"Can we? I want to see beyond the mountains one time."

"No."

"Please?"

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Well, it's kind of familiar, due to the fact that I've been in this same cell five times. Each thing was different, but let's just say that I'm probably where half of Alvara's job comes from. She should thank me. Instead, she prefers letting the High Counsel do that. Especially the royals. Let's just say that Rapunzel knows my name solely from Alvara's reports. I walk over to my tiny window, the chains on my wings clinking. I sigh as I glance at them. Nothing special. If you think that fairies can fly in long streaks, you're wrong. The best I can manage is tiny bursts. They look kind of like blue morpho wings, but deep green instead of blue. And only part of them. I flutter them, and the chains make noises that mimic the chimes outside. I stride to my window, checking out the full scene outside. Same as always, a beautiful valley that's secretly a prison. I want out. The door behind me slams

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