Supernaturals

29. A fairy came

DECLAN

I still felt the pain though it seemed to have gotten dull. I could see better now but I wasn't sure I could walk on my own or even stand.

The demons had carried me with them as they flew, probably taking me to their territory. It wasn't hard to know that once I got there, my life would be over.

I couldn't resist at all. I was barely managing to put my thoughts together.

What a sad end for me, I thought.

Suddenly, the demons came down to the ground and dropped me. They began to speak in very low tones but I was able to pick up something. From what I heard, it seemed they spotted some humans around and wanted to take them out. I guess they weren't just demons because of their powers, their attitude covered every meaning of the word.

“Do you think we can leave him here unattended?” One of the demons asked abruptly.

Another rolled an eye at the first speaker. “He doesn't need any attending at all, what our problem should be is that he doesn't die before we come back.”

The third demon chuckled as he bit on his fingernails. “Those shaky as$ witches left him in a bad shape, what a weakling he is.”

Perhaps they were right, I was a weakling. I don't think I could relate more to anything else. . . unless a dead man.

After they all gave me long stares, probably thinking I could move an inch if my life depended on it, they flew into the sky in search of the humans to torture and kill. It seemed they spotted a few before and it would hurt their feelings if the humans were allowed to live. I mean, who does that? Living? Nah.

“Dammit!” I exclaimed, rolling on my back— which for some reason, felt harder than climbing a mountain.

I needed no one to tell me. If I didn't escape now, I was done for. I wouldn't have another chance.

Well, the only problem was that I couldn't feel my legs and felt extremely nauseous. Not to mention the chronic headache that disturbed me and hurt as though someone was trying to pry the “lid” of my head open. Made no sense but that was how bad I felt.

“I have to do this, I can't waste away here," I babbled to myself.

I closed my eyes and with every bit of power in me, I launched into the sky. With the way I felt, it was surprising that I could move at all, let alone, fly. It wasn't a fun flight at all as the fear of falling nearly killed me. While I didn't even know where I was or where to go, I knew where the demons had flown toward. Well, I guess I knew the direction not to consider taking.

I kept flying, pushing myself to move faster and I did. I was surprised that I could fly this fast, especially because I had thought I was a dead man for a few moments.

I mean, I could still die but now at least I had a chance.

After covering an incredible distance, I landed in the backyard of a compound that was a little private. I would rest here and probably fly or run again later. I guess I was safe here. As safe as anyone could be these days.

For some reason, I couldn't make any sense of it, I began thinking of what life would be like if I was human and the world was still normal.

I could see myself working at an insurance company and putting in the hours to take care of my family. Wearing a suit every day and being a slave to a random company. I would have a beautiful wife and three kids— two boys and a little darling.

The idea of having a family seemed so unreal and unachievable. It seemed like something a grandmother would read to her grandkids from an old book, and then they would all be awed at the story. What was funny was that many people had this—at least before the breakout. I wondered whether they all knew how special what they had was.

To me, family never really meant much. I loved my mother but I had watched her get killed and mol*sted before me when I was only a kid. She laid her life for me without a single thought about herself. Even while she suffered, she made sure not to look at the little compartment where she had hidden me. My safety was paramount to her.

I know people say heroes don't exist. Well, that is because they keep looking at men strapped with capes.

“O my goodness," I said as my headache became even worse.

I went on thinking about having a family, the thought seemed like the only warmth I could have in a time like this.

I wasn't ignorant. I knew families had issues— sometimes, very serious ones. I mean I get it. You would see movies and watch how parents got sad when they couldn't attend an event with their child, or that their kids were being wayward or using drugs. All of these were very serious but when compared to the situation I was in, they appeared quite trivial. Who could blame me?

You know how you feel when a lot of bad things keep coming your way and then you just want to have some peace. . . but no. Something crazy just pops out.

As I lay on the ground, someone appeared before me. She was a woman in her late fifties but wasn't didn't look alive. She looked like a hologram. Like something projected and didn't have a physical body.

“Who are you?” I asked, interestedly.

I mean, at this point I didn't care about anything.

She smiled as she sat on the ground beside me. “I'm sure you want to know what I am first, don't you?”

“Honestly, I can live without knowing both. Just get out.”

Ignoring my not-so-friendly words she said, “I am Adrianlina of Antasia.”

“I'm thrilled you think that's supposed to mean something to me.”

“Antasia is the magical world where fairies live.”

“Okay, why are you here? Zombies got into your world?”

“I have interacted with only a few other non-fairies and all have been in awe of me," she said, still keeping a cheerful smile on her face.

She continued. “I wouldn't want to waste your time, so let me tell you why I'm here."

She told me that sometimes fairies appeared to Supernaturals when they were at their “lowest of heart". But only Supernaturals with the purest of hearts could ever see a fairy.

“Purest of hearts? Your ‘fairyometer’ must be faulty," I said.

“The magic of a fairy isn't one that fails or makes mistakes. Your heart is pure, it's just so burdened and cold.”

“Well, dear fairy, grant me one wish, please kill Landon and all the vampires that roam the planet, killing innocent people already terrified by the virus.”

She shook her head slowly. “I'm afraid you are confusing me with another magical creature. I do not grant wishes or do errands for anyone.”

“Oh, a genie? Well, I wished you were a genie or something useful.”

She began laughing uncontrollably.

“What's so funny?” I asked.

“Misinformation and unrealistic portrayal of things seem to be a norm in this physical world, I guess.”

“What exactly are you saying?"

“Let's just say genies aren't as wonderful as humans have painted them to be, if anything, hope you never see one.”

“They can't grant wishes?”

“Oh, they can! But I assure you that they won't be granting you anything pleasant unless you know your way around them.”

She then began to say comforting words to me and encouraged me not to give up on life. It felt like I was in a Disney movie half of the time, but that was fine. It felt good.

“Should I sing a song for you?”

I scoffed at the idea of listening to her sing. “Please don't."

“It might help you feel better, the voice of a fairy has magical—”

“Okay, whatever.”

As she started singing, I felt a sort of calmness and serenity that was very much unlike anything I had ever felt. It was as though every word she said went through my head and then into my heart. Knowing how mysterious magic was, it was probably what was happening.

The song she sang told a story about a boy who got orphaned at such a tender age. From what I could understand, the boy had a very sad childhood but grew to lead a very happy and successful life and also had a family which he showered all the love he didn't get while he was young and more. Truth be told, the story was wonderful.

I couldn't even deny, the fairy had lifted my mood in a way probably no one could. I guess indeed it was what fairies were meant for.

After a while, she said she was about to go back to Antasia.

“Wait," I said as she was about to go.

“Uh?" She echoed.

“Thank you.”