The Fairies Song

Chapter Nine: Hada

{A.N. This chapter is dedicated to imactuallyawasp who helped me so much, even when I interpreted her game grumps for a stupid question. Go check out her story "My Guardian" it is pretty great. anyway, hope you are enjoying. Feel free to leave comments or questions if somthing doesn't make sense}

"And those metal things are called cars. They drive on the roads," Imara explained to me. We had been talking for several hours. I learned so much about the human world from Imara.

"Neat."

"Ya."

"What's on your shirt?" I asked.

She looked down at her shirt.

"It's my favourite band," she replied.

"Band?" I asked again.

"You know, like music and stuff," she said it as though it should be obvious.

"Music?"

Imara looked at me with an expression of shock.

"You don't know what music is?"

I shook my head. Her mouth fell open. She began furiously typing on the keyboard. She clicked a video. It began to play. The song was titled "Music Box Dancer."

Nothing could have prepared me for what I heard. My ears were filled with soft sounds that went up and down. The sounds filled my whole body. Goosebumps rose on my arms as the song progressed.

"Play it again!" I demanded.

"Sure thing, only I'm going to play a different one."

Imara played many different songs for me. All were beautiful in their own ways. I particularly enjoyed the ones with a vocalist.

"Do you sing?" I asked Imara. I fluttered up from the laptop. It was becoming quite warm. I rested on her shoulder. She recoiled slightly before relaxing. She hung her head before replying sheepishly.

"Not really, um, I mean, I used to, but, erm, not since..." she trailed off. She started running her fingers through her hair.

I didn't want to press her. She must have gone through something terrible. I noticed she glanced quickly at her laptop wallpaper.

"I don't want to pry," I said softly, fluttering down to her laptop.

"Then don't!" she snapped. Her expression became guarded, then it softened. "I-I'm sorry," she apologized.

"No, it's my fault. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, I do. Really," she added after seeing my sceptical expression.

She took a deep breath.

"The people on my screen, that's my Mom, Charity, and my Sister, Seraphina. They," her voice cracked. A tear ran down her cheek, followed by another. I flew up and wiped one away. She looked at me with eyes filled with gratitude.

"You don't have to continue," I reminded her.

"They were, are," she corrected herself. "The greatest people on the planet. We did everything together. The picture, that's us at ComicCon," she took another deep breath. I wanted to ask what ComicCon was, but I figured now was not the time.

"Our family was really close. We all supported Dad. When I was young, I used to believe in Fairies. Our whole family did. It was hard not to, when that's what your Father devoted his whole life to," she cracked the smallest of smiles, but it faded quickly.

"One day, Mom and Seraphina went with Dad, they, well, they didn't come back."

"I," I was about to offer condolences, when there was a loud thump on the door. Imara bolted up.

Thump.

Her eyes shone with fear. She crept quietly towards the door, I followed behind. She looked through the peep hole, but jumped back immediately.

Thump.

Her face was pale. She started to gather up a few meager belongings and shove them in a bag. I darted to the peep hole and looked out.

It was the men who had attacked her father's camp. They were here. Somehow they had found us.

I followed Imara as she ran to the exit marked Fire Escape. She opened it and took a step out.

She screamed and ran back into the apartment. She attempted to slam the door, but a large boot wedged its way in. She pushed against the door, but whatever was on the other side was stronger. She looked at me. She gestured for me to hide on her. I darted into her jacket.

At the same moment, Imara was thrown backwards. I heard her land on the floor with an "Omph."

I could see through the fabric. A tall figure walked through the door. He had a black eye. I recognized him. He was the man who attacked Jered. He sneered at Imara as she moved away. He walked past her and opened the door. Two more men came in.

"Where's the Fairy?"

"Fairies aren't real," Imara tried to sound confident, but her voice shook with fear.

"We know your Father gave you one, we'll take it now," he demanded. He picked Imara up by the scruff of her neck.

"Not here. Let it go," Imara choked out.

He narrowed his eyes. "I don't believe you." He threw Imara to the floor.

He advanced towards Imara threateningly. She cowered away. He picked her up by her jacket and set her on her feet. The other two men started rumaging through the apartment.

She stood in front of him. She straightened her back. He made a swing at her, but she ducked under and bolted towards the fire exit. She kicked slammed the door closed. I heard a painful grunt, followed by a round of cussing that would make a sailor blush.

"Watch your profanities!" She hollered as she bolted down the creaking stairs four at a time. She was almost at the bottom by the time the men started to follow. She jumped the last six steps and hit the pavement running. She bolted down the empty street, her bag slapping along at her side.

She skidded to a halt in front of a library. She quickly ducked inside. The door swung shut with a clang. She entered the library panting.

I risked poking my head out her jacket collar. Behind the desk sat a woman of about 25. She had wavy, Raven black hair that was cropped short and shaved partly on one side. She wore a black hoodie. She had a round, kind looking face with hazel eyes. She pushed up her glasses when she saw Imara.

"Imara, sweetie! How've you been?" she asked cheerfully. "You look absolutely parched, here." She rummaged around under her desk and pulled out a bottle of water. She handed to Imara, who opened it and chugged half of it one breath.

"Thanks a lot Ms. Cumming."

"Sweetie, how many times do I have to say, call me Alyssa."

"Yes, Alyssa."