stray piece of paper in Chazu's pocket
I am sitting, right now, in a pocket. As odd as that may be, it is not. Chazu is my friend, and I know he will keep me safe in his pocket.
However, I can not live my life in a pocket.
I must go out and face the facts I have.
And find the rest.
I have reconciled myself to some things, however, while resting in this pocket.
I am part demon, part red-fox. My father was both these things. And as crazy as that seems to me, and as much as it scares me, he was a good father. Chazu, my full-demon friend, is a great person. Being part demon will not condemn me to evil. And being part fox? I'm actually starting to like the tail.
But I've read my mother's book a few times over, now, and she seems to elude to more.
As though there were more of the mixed magical creature history that she wanted to tell.
I can't help but think...
would that be her story?
I earned my fairy wings before they were stolen from me. Perhaps my mother was a fairy? Yet, I never saw her with wings. From all that I can tell and all that I've learned, full fairies will not go without their wings. It's some kind of protective mechanism because they can be prayed on easily without them.
So. Was my mother relying on the protection of my father? Or was she, also, more than she seemed.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm becoming paranoid.
But either way, I've decided that enough is enough.
I need to go home and really search for some answers.
Another thing has been bothering me, when I think of searching my home for answers. My father never drank wine. And yet, we have a wine cellar. And he would go down there occassionally. He'd say it was to check the wiring or the water heater or some such thing if I asked. But he spent hours down there. I'd be asleep by the time he came back up.
...
So many questions, and only one way to find the answers.
I'll leave my little blanket here, to keep a safe place for myself in Chazu's pocket.
But for now, I need to go home, and find more answers.
However, I can not live my life in a pocket.
I must go out and face the facts I have.
And find the rest.
I have reconciled myself to some things, however, while resting in this pocket.
I am part demon, part red-fox. My father was both these things. And as crazy as that seems to me, and as much as it scares me, he was a good father. Chazu, my full-demon friend, is a great person. Being part demon will not condemn me to evil. And being part fox? I'm actually starting to like the tail.
But I've read my mother's book a few times over, now, and she seems to elude to more.
As though there were more of the mixed magical creature history that she wanted to tell.
I can't help but think...
would that be her story?
I earned my fairy wings before they were stolen from me. Perhaps my mother was a fairy? Yet, I never saw her with wings. From all that I can tell and all that I've learned, full fairies will not go without their wings. It's some kind of protective mechanism because they can be prayed on easily without them.
So. Was my mother relying on the protection of my father? Or was she, also, more than she seemed.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm becoming paranoid.
But either way, I've decided that enough is enough.
I need to go home and really search for some answers.
Another thing has been bothering me, when I think of searching my home for answers. My father never drank wine. And yet, we have a wine cellar. And he would go down there occassionally. He'd say it was to check the wiring or the water heater or some such thing if I asked. But he spent hours down there. I'd be asleep by the time he came back up.
...
So many questions, and only one way to find the answers.
I'll leave my little blanket here, to keep a safe place for myself in Chazu's pocket.
But for now, I need to go home, and find more answers.
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