Saturday, September 1, 2007

Nevermore, Chapter 2
“Man, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. So, why aren’t we allowed to see you guys? I don’t get it…” Cayla sat down with an eager expression like a child being told a children’s story.

“Well, your ‘leaders,’ per se, decided that they wanted you all to be ignorant to the mythical creatures that live here. Naturally, they spoke to our ancestors and we all agreed that it was best to remain hidden from you humans. However, against the laws set by those leaders, some of your kind told hideous stories of us, exaggerating our appearances and actions. They accused lycans of being no better than blood-sucking vampires. When we become accustom to the changes, we’re aware of what we do and are more cautious to the rules while vampires couldn’t care either way. They’ll kill their own kind and laugh at them. Oh, and pixies! People get pixies and fairies confused all the time! They think pixies are the sweet and innocent ones and fairies are the bad ones. NO! Pixies are deceptive- they’re so rotten to the core, no one can stand them which is why they remain hidden. They’ve been neglecting the rules and playing all sorts of pranks on you humans- they’re as bad as gremlins! The fairies that are falsely accused are actually graceful and kind as though they were royalty. You will never meet one that is not regal in some way.
“Anyway, I went off subject. That’s the 4-1-1 on yours truly. Now, those boneheads chasing me were none other than vampires. Let me tell you, they HATE lycans and humans with a passion and to intrude on their territory means death. Well, of course stupid me wanted to show off and spy. I found out a small amount of information before I clumsily fell through the gate and got caught. The rest, you’re aware of.”

Cayla sat there befuddled. “Wait… So what we thought was fake was really real?” Her eyes began glistening with interest. “Are there, like, any gods and stuff?”

“Whoa. Stop there. The ‘gods’—multiple, little‘g’—ARE fake. Same as those ridiculous superheroes in comic book stores-- not real. Really, a lot of us have different views on the forces around us. I, personally, believe that God--singular, big ‘G’—is behind everything. However, no one seems to believe it’s logical for a ‘demonic’ creature such as me to have this faith…”

“Yeah, you don’t even look like those crazy nuns from history.”

“Wait—in history?”

“Yup. They’ve banned all religions because ‘they don’t agree with science.’”

“When did this happen?” Luna was getting a little tense.

“ Umm… About twenty-eight years ago.”

Luna’s shoulders fell into a slouch. “This doesn’t make sense… Everything seemed fine ten years ago…” She straightened her back into her usual posture and turned to face the eastern part of the woods. “I better go… The knuckleheads are probably still looking for me.”

Cayla jumped to her feet eagerly. “Let me go with you! I know about you guys now, so what does it matter?” Her anticipation was annoyingly increasing.

Luna sighed heavily and pondered her choices for a minute. She would just follow her back not matter what she said, so it wouldn’t make much of a difference. “Whatever. Just keep your mouth shut as long as we’re in vampire territory. I don’t want you to start fighting when you’re still so inexperienced.”

“’Inexperienced?’ Tch. Yeah right.”

“Have you fought a vampire and won before? A REAL one?”

“Well… Not exactly…”

“Exactly my point. Now, c’mon.”

Luna led Cayla deeper and deeper in to the forest until they finally reached an enormous stone wall with a pair of large medieval doors. Luna approached them and pounded her fist until a slot opened and a pair of eyes peeped through.

“Identification.”

“C’mon, Gene, you know darn well it’s me.”

“Yeah, I know. But just ‘cause I know it’s you don’t mean anything.”

“Fine. Luna Ravenclau of the Royal Guard of Lady Charlotte accompanying a new friend…” She sounded very bored, which made Cayla snicker a bit.

“Friend? Who would you be bringing here?”

“A human. Strangely enough, I ran into her while escaping death and I had no choice but to tell her everything.”

“Lady Charlotte will have your hide for dinner when she hears about this… But, hey, it’s your funeral.” He closed the slot and began opening the doors so that the two could enter. Cayla nearly had a spasm at the site of fawns standing guard beside the gates. “Welcome to the Forrest Kingdom of Bachei, miss.” The way he said it sounded more cold than welcoming.
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