Reflection. That was the first word I remember of the human world, and that’s how I see it. Reflection like in a mirror against a mirror, never-ending. My world reflecting its own against the human world for protection reasons and yet it builds a bridge to pass from the one to the other.672Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XUtSm7oOG
What a crazy world we live in? I couldn’t agree more, especially how humans lead their lives. I enjoy watching them but am not particularly fond of them, although every faery and dwarf thinks I am. The elvnshee, witches and warlocks oddly understand what I mean.
I am not a human nor an elvanshee, although the looks point to that, I am a drone. Drone not as you know it, human. With those unnatural machines combined in the flesh. A drone is in this magical world is a sort of guardian or faithful soldier of a witch or warlock. The spell to create a drone is almost beyond powerful, complex and hence rare of my kind. I was created with special abilities, and my former body once belonged to an elvanshee, so I’ve learned from my creator.
My creator died many years back, I think. There’s no proof, and I can’t remember a thing about him. There was a time I did but now; I’m searching for it, those memories. I can feel that why I can’t remember was done for a purpose; there must be a spell or something to bring those memories back. I wonder-
“Oi! What is yer looking at, boy?” Asked the old drunken man slightly angered.
It’s not the first time I meet him here at the train station. “You know my answer.” I sighed, annoyed.
“Looking for something that you’ll know when you see it, I get it. But that’s not the way to find it, boy.” He took a swing of his liquor bottle.
I walked away. Dug my hands into my trench-coat pockets and walked out the train station. Why should a drunken man know more? He doesn’t even know what I’m looking for. Droplets of rain met my face as I was crossing a street and quickly drew up my hood from my coat.
“You seem sour today, Kris.” Noted a familiar voice suddenly. Immediately walked beside me the elvanshee Kelvin. The one with a large mouth and still childish for his age. A broad smile was visible across his face.
“And you seem happy.” I snapped and paced quicker. I want to be left alone.
“Hold on, Kris. You know how it goes, it is almost a routine to you now. Always exchange a few words to the drunkard back there and then off to some quiet place in town like the cathedral or along the river.” He paused. “Where is that ever going to lead you to your answer? You’re so confused and lost you’re spinning in circles unknown. Let me stop spinning and give you a direction to start.” Kelvin pulled me at the sleeve to an unknown direction. With hesitation, I allowed him to lead me the way. We walked past and along many streets and then into a park. At the entrance, I heard in the distance not far someone singing a song, a busker no doubt and before I knew Kelvin stopped in front of the busker.
As I was about to comment, Kelvin shushed me. “It’s not all, Kris.”
I noticed the busker was a young woman, human and sang without any instruments, just her voice. She sang mostly traditional Irish and Scottish songs, most of them helped composed from the magical world, from the elves to be specific. They are the artistic ones. As she ended singing, she took a sip of water, and Kelvin approached closer to her. “I have to say what a voice you have, Gwen.”
An elvanshee flirting a human is nothing new to me. I’ve seen it all. “This is Kris; he’s searching for his memories as I told you the last time. Kris, this is Gwen.”
Her sky blue eyes met mine. They were warm and friendly for a human. She offered her hand to shake, but I refused. “Very well, I have a special connection to magic and hence special information. The memories you're looking for as you’ve sensed still around and intact. Where they are I can only point out the right direction, a large area of a country; Wales.”
“Wales? You’re sure?” Asked Kelvin.
“That’s all I can give.” She nodded.
I walked away; this is absurd. I was there ten years ago, why should it make it now any difference? Behind me, I heard Kelvin sigh, thanked Gwen and gave her some money before catching up on me. “What’s gotten into you, Kris?” I said nothing. “She is no ordinary human to have such abilities, you know. You can trust her.”
“Why now, Wales? I’ve been there before.”
“Perhaps it was always on the move and now stopped in Wales? Or couldn’t have met Gwen sooner to know.”
“Where does she get the information?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Ok Mr Grumpy, she has a special aura if you hadn’t noticed. A strong aura that can penetrate the magical world and draw information without asking. A different dimension of mind-reading so to speak.”
“Then why only the direction and not the full information?”
“Good question. You should go and ask her yourself.”
Immediately I turned around and paced back to her. I sighed as she was in sight, slowly packing away her things.
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