• Laughter, look at me a child of the elements among humans and enjoying it. Here I am underneath an old oak tree playing tag with other children of 5 years of old. At this age we share the purity and innocence of children, but soon we will grow up and live different lives. I will hide in the elements and shadows as the humans walk freely in the sun, complaining about the things they have as I envy them. I was a child born to protect; they were born to be free even though their kind is slowly destroying this world from the inside out. Among them I would be called a freak, a monster, someone different, an outcast. I was born to follow the rules of my kind, and live in silence and fear, that doesn't mean I have to like it. I was born into a life that was already planned out, that doesn't mean I can't resist it. That's why I’m playing among the mortals, that's why when I grow up I'll live in the world my kind doesn't want anything to do with. The sun sets now as snow falls swirling in the air, it sets on this day as I say goodbye to my new friends. Soon I’ll step out of the shadows and into the light and warmth. Goodbye my old self welcome the new me.
    Years have passed and the wind tickles my silver blue hair as I sit on the branch of a high tree. Freedom is coming closer I can feel it; soon I’ll be out there instead of right here. I watch the sun rise, watching as the tendrils of light changed the sky into a pinkish hue and the clouds a golden color. I listen as animals stir as the light shines on them, and I feel the warmth that I have come to love. Soon I was forced out of my reverie as i heard flutes playing in the distance. I sighed, it was time for me to go back, so now I turn away from the light, warmth, freedom, and into the cold, chained world that I had come to hate. Back to a world that might one day have my soul.....but not if I can help it.
    I leaped into the camp I stayed in to find the elders waiting for me, with my parents off to the side. "Aamu it's time we had a talk with you." one of them an old man with a graying beard and hair, who wore a robe the color of a calm sea. I nodded and slightly bowed to them and followed into one of the tents. If I wanted to leave, I had to act like nothing was wrong. "Now Aamu, do you know what is going on?" asked another one, a woman this time who wore a robe with the colors of a flickering flame. I shook my head, not saying a word, watching as they scrutinized me with those cold calculating eyes. No matter how much they try they will never make anyone feel safe when around them. "Aamu your parents and everyone around you is getting worried. You refuse to focus and wander by yourself, when you are around you stare off to where the humans live. You are not an angel, werewolf, or any of the other creatures that can walk among humans, you are a Fae, you do not belong out there." said another male who wore robes the color of a soft meadow. I nodded whispering in a neutral voice "I understand may I go now?" The last elder, one who wore robes the color of a gentle morning breeze nodded and said gently "We know that this world is something you can't get, but please try and understand this is for the best." I nodded again and left before I break down and scream in their faces. No matter what I won't give into this world, I will make it into that warm world and it doesn't matter what the elders ever say, I don't intend to ever stay.
    I went to the place I've lived in while in this sorrowful world to find a surprise waiting for me. There my parents stood looking as uneasy as the elders. "Honey we've been very worried about you, so we need you to tell us where you have been when you get home each day. Now we just need to make sure that you won't do anything dumb." my father said as my mother just looked at me. I winced inwardly as my cage tightened around me more. I looked to the trees, where my freedom lay so close, and yet seemed to say out of reach. After side-stepping my parents, I brushed past them and walked to where my room was. Inside laid pictures that I have drawn of the world beyond this place. In one picture I drew a memory, the first time I played with humans and was for a moment free. I chuckled as I thought about the rule, did they actually think I would obey them. I do love my parents, but I don’t intend to tie myself further into a world I would like to do with out. Soon I fell asleep on my bed into a strange dream.