The Inked Fae


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Chapter 1

“I swear to god I didn’t do it!” I protested as my mother outstretched my arm exposing the ever so beautiful water tattoo that just happened to magically appear on the inside of my right forearm overnight. It was a picturesque pure white andalusian horse which appeared to be galloping and it had intricate swirls of different colours that included yellow, red, blue, green and purple circling around like a mini tornado. I just couldn’t explain myself. It had just appeared as I woke up this morning. Of course, my mom would never believe me. Yeah Mom, of course I’m not lying. A tattoo just magically appeared on my wrist the night after my sixteenth birthday party. You know I would never do such a thing. Nope. She would never believe me. Unless she believed in magic which I doubted would help in this situation. Even though she was fully qualified as a High Priestess of Wicca since she took a course with “Sacred Mists Online College” which was practically magic I guess, although none of the stuff she did made much sense anyway. “I told you, no crazy stunts or acts of stupidness. This included.” She chastised while pointing at my arm. “Just because you’re sixteen now and able to make more decisions for yourself, that doesn’t mean you should go crazy with the call of opportunity. You are a ‘straight A’ student. Imagine what the teachers will think of your actions.” There was almost a flicker of sorrow that crossed her face which disappeared as quickly as it came. She apparently didn’t have an easy life growing up so she knew what it was like to make stupid decisions too. But the difference was that this wasn’t my decision. It definitely wasn’t there when I went to bed last night. I would have definitely noticed something so out of the ordinary. “Mom, I swear to the Goddess, I did not do this nor did I even want it. I don’t think I would have missed something as crazy as this. I was perfectly conscious the whole night. Plus you know I’m not a drinker.” “Ok darling. Well when you can give me a reasonable explanation on how this tattoo was placed on your arm without you even knowing, then I shall believe you.” She studied the work of art for a little bit longer before she turned to retrieve the toast that had popped out of the toaster. “So, what did you want for breakfast?” I stared at her blankly. “I’m not that hungry.” “I’ll cut up some fruit for you. After all, you’re a maturing teenager. You need all the food you can get,” My mom replied with a stifled grin. It was true, I wasn’t overly big in size. In fact you could compare my body shape to a pixie. If they even existed––something which I certainly didn’t ever question about. I kind of doubted that I would ever immensely expand just because my body was meant to somehow now not able to process food as quickly as before. If anything I wanted a few curves. I wasn’t that stereotypical sexy, tan, blonde chick. I was more of a supermodel thin with the flawless pale skin stereotype. My hair was a mousy brown and my eyes were a special kind of violet. No one else I knew had the same eye colour. It was funny because I didn’t look like my mother in the slightest. She always said I looked like my father but she never had photos of him. She only had a bad sketch which some random artist had done for her by giving him details about my father’s facial details so I never really knew exactly what he looked like. Sometimes I wished that I knew where he was but even my mother was clueless of his whereabouts. According to my mom he left when I was only a baby, claiming he had to be somewhere more important. She always said that the reason for his sudden departure wasn’t as bad as it sounded. There were just things she couldn’t quite explain until I was old enough to understand. That thought struck a heartstring. Maybe I was old enough now to know what my mum had meant all those years. “Mom…” I said hesitantly. “Yes, darling?” All of a sudden I found a rush of strength which enabled me to say the words and I sat up straighter in my chair, “Where’s my dad?” My mother’s body stiffened and she slowly twisted around to place my bowl of fruit salad in my hands. I really didn’t have an appetite but I knew she expected me to finish my food before I left for school. “I’m old enough to know now. I’m sixteen and practically an adult. I think you need to explain to me what really happened back then and where he is now,” I spoke without hesitation. An instant look of shock set on her face and pursed her lips, almost like she didn’t know how to respond to my assertiveness. I was certainly never this demanding when I was younger even as a little kid, but now I felt a surge of energy flow through me; a feeling of wanting to know who I was and who my father was. “I see that you have grown into a strong confident woman and I should start to acknowledge that. But can this specific subject wait? At least until after dinner tonight? I need to think about this. It’s hard to explain but you will soon realise why.” I couldn’t understand how hard it would be to tell me. Could it really be that bad? Did he die? Was he a marine in the army who just never came back? Or did he just leave with a stupid excuse because he didn’t care about us anymore? My mind started fooling with my emotions and I started to feel lightheaded. “Ok, that’s fine.” I tried a spoonful of the fruit my mother left in front of me to distract the tension I felt practically sizzling in the air. I felt a little better eating something although I still wasn’t hungry. It sweetened my tongue and filled my body with natural sugar fueling me with at least a little enthusiasm to want go to school. I just wanted to get it over and done with. I wanted to know now but I knew that I couldn’t persuade her to tell me any sooner. She was the light hearted kind and the thought of my dad upset her a little. My mom had never dated anyone from the time that he left. Maybe she thought he would come back one day. Or maybe she just knew he was gone for good but just never got over him. Although still massively curious, I got up from the seat in the kitchen to grab my bag and start leaving for school. “Thanks Mom,” I murmured monotonously. “Oh, Fay?” I quickly spun around to see if she was going to say something more about my unknown father. “Yeah?” “Be careful now. It’s a big world out there and very easy to run into trouble. All I’m saying is re-evaluate everything you think you know and keep an open mind. I just want you to stay safe and know that I love you.” Disappointed about the lack of information and her unwillingness to speak about the subject any sooner, I promised her exactly that. Then I walked out the front door without saying goodbye.

That night we sat silently on the couches separated from each other; one end of the couch each to ourselves. Normally I would sit right next to her and she would stroke my hair while I leant on her shoulder. But tonight was different. There were unanswered questions that I wanted solved and she was definitely taking her time. I decided to take a stand and start off the interrogation, as a policeman to a suspect. “Ok… Mom. I know this is going to be hard for you. But right now I am asking––as your daughter––for you to just please toughen up a little and give me a straight answer.” My heart instantly started to race. I had never spoken so boldly towards my mother before but I just couldn’t take the suspense any longer. She closed her eyes for what seemed like forever and then inhaled and exhaled deeply - almost as if she was meditating. She looked up at me with tear filled eyes and smiled. “You’re father would have been so proud of what you have become. You are exactly how he said you would turn out to be.” I didn’t understand one bit. Was he a psychic of some sort? I was sure you couldn’t exactly determine how your children would turn out unless you were the one to parent them and he certainly wasn’t here for a massive fraction of my life. “Faylinn, I have to tell you something that you may not believe and it very well has almost everything to do with that artwork on your arm.” “What? This monstrosity? The thing you couldn’t believe me about this morning and you gave me hell for it?” Her hypocrisy was fueling an explosion of my emotions. It wasn’t what I needed if I wanted to get information about my dad but I was definitely finding it hard to contain. It was also the first time in years that she had called me by my full name. I stopped myself for a second and took a breath. “Wait… so you mean to say that you knew about this before it even happened? Did you arrange this or something? Like have someone drug and ink me while I was out cold?” She sighed heavily, “No, I had nothing to do with it. I’m not like you. Well I am, I’m just not the same right now.” I almost took offence until all of a serious expression took over her face, “You have history which makes you different from everyone else. Well mostly. There are other fae kids such as yourself, although you’re somewhat of a different case. We were talking about it last night.” “What are you talking about, Mom? You’re seriously freaking me out now. . . We?” I looked at her with wide eyes. What was she trying to tell me? “An old friend came to see me last night while you were out. Someone very important; he knew your dad.” She sighed heavily, “You are needed somewhere else, Fay. You say that you are old enough to take on responsibility and be mature for all that it’s worth. You need to realise that everything you decide now places you between the possibility of life or death. The tattoo and the horse within the art; the weird sensations and changes you may already be starting to feel; demanding to know who, what and where your father is, there is all a reason for these sudden changes. There is also a reason we have a similar tattoo.” With a sudden movement she slid her top up and just to the right of her belly button was the most beautiful tattoo artwork of a swan with green intricate lines swirling around it almost exactly like mine. I became too enveloped in shock to breathe. The room suddenly felt too occupied, like there was only enough oxygen to supply one person. I wasn’t too sure I’d be particularly thrilled about where she was going with this. Finally I managed to compose myself enough to squeeze out a reply, “Mom… just tell me.” She repeated the deep meditational breathing and locked her eyes onto mine. I felt like she was a monk about to reveal my destiny to me or something. Pssh. “Faylinn, you are a faerie.”

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