Of Elves And Dragons

Trees. As far as my eye could see. Just trees. We had been on the road for a good 8 hours and the sun was making its final descent into the horizon. A little background - my mom is a professor, her shifts (and sometimes school) change with the terms. This was one of those shift changes, but hopefully the last one!Previously, we have had to move with her job. I didn’t mind as I like meeting new people, seeing new places and exploring these new places. We have moved so much times in my 16 years on this earth, I’m kinda used to not putting down roots, or attaching myself to certain people and places. I’m tired of it. So when my mom got offered a permanent job, which meant we wouldn’t have to move again, she jumped at the chance! It came with a huge pay rise and a 4 bedroom home in a very elite development. It had its own school, shops, cinema and gym, not to mention a free bus service to the main town. I was pretty excited about it, if I’m honest. A chance to make real friends, settle down and find love..yeah I laughed at myself at that point. As Fae go, I was pretty homely. My mother was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, yet when I looked into the mirror, I saw red, frizzy hair, blue eyes that were too big, lips that looked like a bee had stung them (or so my mom told me) I had long eyelashes, I’ll give myself that but that’s all I liked about me. My mom always reminds me, albeit lightly (she doesn’t understand that it slightly hurts me) that my father was a warlock, and that I look so much like him. I mean I kinda liked my hair, redheads are rare, so I feel special possessing that trait. I hate my freckles though, they’re EVERYWHERE, my face, my shoulders, my arms, legs and even on my breasts. Why couldn’t I be pretty like my mom? Fae are known to be the most beautiful race, yet I feel I take my looks from my warlock side. My mom is tall and willowy, with sandy blonde hair and the most beautiful violet eyes. She looks so much younger than her 48 years. Fae age exceptionally slower than a lot of mystical races. She looked no older than a 30 year old. Her skin was creamy and smooth, not a wrinkle marred her complexion. Her almond shaped eyes, almost too large for her face, seemed to stare into one’s soul, and the fact her eyes are a very unusual violet makes her absolutely perfect. I’m proud of my mom, she has single handedly brought me up by herself and I have nothing but love and respect for her. She’s been the sweetest and the most amazing mother. She’s everything. Sometimes I wish I’d inherited some of my mom’s looks, but what can one do? I accept that I’d never be the prettiest but I know I’m smart and honest and that’s what counts.