The Time of Uprising

Daily Life

    Unlike the majority of teens my age, I was usually a morning person. I liked being up before most of humanity because it seemed humans were the only ones still sleeping at 5:00 am.

    The city outside our flat quietly bustled in the rising sun as Elves and Fairies gracefully walked through the streets, all taking their time to stop and converse and wish each other well as they passed one another. The Orcs and Ogers helped stock the shelves with samples for the small businesses that lined our street.  None of them seemed to be in any hurry to get to their respected jobs and the song birds seemed to set a pleasant mood for the vibrant people who were up early enough to hears its song..

    They always seemed a little more cheerful in the morning. It made me happy they had at least some peace. For they deserve it after everything they have been put through.

    Despite my love for early mornings though, it was my absolute surprise when I heard my mom yelling up to my room.

    "Lea! Get up now! You will be late to school if you don't hurry up." 

    Just like that, I was up in a panic. I quickly grabbed the first things I touched. I stepped in front of my mirror to throw my hair up in a very poor messy bun. Despite that I must have slept through my first 2 alarms I felt completely and utterly drained, but thankfully I still somehow looked refreshed.

    My hair was shiny, though tangled and I didn't have dark circle under my bright violet eyes. To my great satisfaction I noted that my fair skin was finally clear of the blemishes I had been fighting for a few weeks. I had always struggled with my looks but it seemed that the puberty gods were finally smiling down on me.

    I grabbed my bag and raced down the stairs where the smell of fresh muffins and bacon welcomed me and as I reached the table I felt my loose bun droop down to my shoulder.

    "Lea," mom started. "I don't understand whats wrong with you lately. You are never one to sleep in. Are you not feeling well?" she moved to touch my forehead as I began hastily fixing a plate. Before I could answer her my Gran chimed in.

    "She just needs rest, she is coming into her strengths you know, and that can be exhausting." she said in a surprisingly strong voice for a 92 year old woman. Gran has a thin build and a heavily wrinkled face. A pile of white hair sat on top of her head in a crazy bun and her gummy smile greeted me as she proceeded to eat her soup. At that moment Granny walked in. Her plump build was soft and she just looked like the kind of grandmother that hugs you every five minutes. As if to accentuate this fact she hugged me lightly as she passed to join her mother and added to her mothers statement.

    "She is absolutely right you know, Lea needs her rest more than that foolish place you call a school. Her gifts will be needed elsewhere. She wont learn anything valuable there anyways."

    At that my mother tensed up. Stiffly she walked to me and took my hair in her hands and worked out the kinks into a half decent braid.

    "School is important, she will need it for when she takes the next step in her life, college is just around the corner, she won't be forced to keep this shop running if I have anything to say about it." she said as she twisted my hair into place.

    Both Gran and Granny gave her a severe and meaningful look. It was clear what they thought of her statement.

    They had always been dismissive of my plans after graduation, they were even dismissive of my performance in school despite the fact that I had excellent grades. My mother explained though that they grew up differently than I did and she always encouraged me though so I did my best to not take it personally. My family had not been as fortunate as other human beings after the 'unification' with the magical people. My Gran grew up poor so she had to stay home and learn the family trade. She was still well educated but had no diplomas or degrees to show for it.

    "Alright," my mother said as she finished my hair and I swallowed the last bit of my breakfast. "you need to get going, you are already running late."

    "Don't worry mom, it's fine. I won't be late." I kissed her cheek and waved to my Granny and Gran as I walked towards the door. I faintly heard one of them speak.

    "Ttch, It won't be long now."

    "It's not your place to decide." my mother replied in a harsh whisper.

    "No, it's not yours" my Gran responded.

    I pretended I hadn't heard their exchange and rushed out the door and onto the bustling street. Our flat was located in an area that was more business district than residential, so it was usually busy when I left for school.

    I began my walk and tried to take my mind off of the small bit of the conversation I had heard as I was leaving my house. I had a vague sense of what they had been talking about, though I tried not to think about it. Because the implications made me extremely uncomfortable.

    My grandmother was 12 when the fairytale creatures were acclimated to our society. But she was one of the few humans that remained in poverty when they were brought here. Because of this she grew up around them, had befriended many of them and knew more of their histories than they ever taught in our schools. The local Witches and Fairies had taught her of a prophecy that was told on the eve of humans invasion into their mother lands.

    A girl would be born to a mostly human mother and on her eighteenth birthday a great power would awaken inside of her. She would be born with the right to rule the magical people and would lead a great revolt against the human leaders who thrived on the oppression of the magical beings. Many things about this prophecy sent me into different levels of discomfort.    

    1. The girl had to be a fourth generation in a family of first born daughters.

    2. She had to be descended from Arogon Blathue, a dark warlock whom had betrayed his own kind and revealed the existence of magical creatures. She would also have defeat him in this great revolt.   

    3. The first generation female had to have conceived her daughter through r**e from a magical being.

    Because violence was against their nature such an act would prove the corruption of their kind. This incredibly evil action committed by a magical being would set the course for the prophecy to come to light. The girl would be the savior of her people and the purifier of the corrupted. She would bring peace.

    But I did not like hearing this story. It made me uneasy because if this prophecy were true then that meant that our government has lied to us for more than 80 years.

    In school there is no mention that such a prophecy exists, which means the magically community has been very tight lipped about it. It specifically says that the girl would have to defeat Arogon Blathue, and we were taught in school that he had been killed during the first epic war.

    But further more pictures and painting depicted him as something out of nightmares but with one very distinguishing feature.

    He had piercing violet eyes.

    I shook my head violently as if the action could dispel the images that plagued my thoughts. I had been having nightmares of his face for as long as I could remember. I recalled the jolt of fear I had felt in the sixth grade when I first saw his face in my history text book.

    I never spoke of these dreams to my family. Gran and Granny definitely took it to mean something very significant, and they caused my mother stress. So They did not need to know how disturbing they were anyways. Divulging the details would surely incite my mom to have me see a shrink. Not a very appealing idea in my opinion.

    I had been so lost in thought that I had not yet noticed that I had arrived at school already.

    Sometimes I forgot how close I lived to the school and I quietly sighed at the convienence of it, but a quick glance at my watch had me racing for class. I had Five minutes before the first bell.