Current thoughts

I should just leave this page blank really. What am I thinking? Not much right now. I'm sad, I have no reason to sit here and complain to you my dear reader about why I am sad...So I wont!

What I'm going to do instead is tell you a story. Not a long one, not one that has anything to do with anything, but it is there itching to be released.

Liz was a normal student. She did her school work like a normal kid. She loved her parents and they loved her, even though sometimes her mom looked deep into Liz's eyes and felt that maybe just maybe the hospital had made a mistake and gave her another woman's child. Liz didn't see the sadness in her mom's eyes when she thought that, she just went on with life.

It was a normal day at school. Liz was bundled up humming Jingle Bells. The school bully laughed at her. Liz ignored him like usual and continued building her sand castle.
"Don't you know anything Elizabeth?" He kicked her sand castle. She just sighed and continued to ignore him. "Santa isn't real." This cut deep. Her eyes grew wide and she looked up shocked at the boy.

"Don't say that! He is to real!"

"Nope. He's a lie as big and fat as him. Just like the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy."

"That isn't true!" Liz's eyes at this point had started to water.

"None of that silly kids stuff is real." Lucky for Liz the bell rang and she escaped the bully to her class and work. Unluckily for little Liz though she started to brood on it. That night she asked her mom to be completely honest.

"Do faeries and Santa not really exist?" Her mom didn't know how to explain to little Liz the "truth" Liz saw the hesitation and burst into tears. That night she refused to hear a bedtime story instead she just cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Liz was ill. She had a fever and a cough. Her mother kept her home and took care of her the best she could. Nothing helped. To Liz's mom Liz was just getting worse. She promised herself that if Liz wasn't better in the morning that she'd take her to the doctor. The morning came and Liz wasn't better, she was worse.

The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with Liz. Test after test showed nothing wrong with her. The days past and Liz got worse and worse. The doctor decided to admit Liz into the hospital. The machines they hooked her up to hurt her and made her cry. Her mother's reassurances were the only reason Liz stayed patient. The hours marched on. Her liver stopped working, and slowly the rest of her body followed. The nurses fretted and prayed. They knew she wouldn't make it through the night.

Kim was making her normal rounds around the city. Keeping an eye out for trouble. When on the air she sensed the death of a strong magic. Following it she found the hospital. She sneaked in. The trail of dieing magic led her to the children's ward to a room with a little girl all hooked up on machine after machine. The cat at Kim's heels looked at the girl and then quite clearly said "She's fay. They are killing her."

"Not if I can help it." Kim went over to the girl. She moved some machines and soon with a couple flicks of her hands had them thinking they were still hooked up to the girl. "Little girl. Answer me. Why are you sad?"

"They don't exist." Liz was bleary eyed as she whispered her sadness.

"Do you mean the faeries?" Liz nodded. "Let me tell you something little girl. I know that they exist. I've met one of their queens. She's a rather nice lady. She loves the new blossoms of spring and has a laugh like bubbling soda." Liz's eyes lit up for the first time in days.

"Really?" She asked hoarsely.

"Really. If you pull through little girl I know one day soon you'll meet her. She'll kiss you on the cheek and wish you a merry day. Do you think you can pull through to meet a Queen?"

"Will you take me to her?"

"I'm afraid not, but when the day comes to meet her it'll be the strangest day of your life. The rule though is to believe in them no matter what anyone tells you ok. Promise me you'll never stop believing in them." Liz could only nod as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning despite all signs pointing to her imminent death Liz sat up in her bed and laughed with the nurses. Slowly machine after machine was removed from her room. Soon she was back at school. When the bully said that faeries didn't exist she did nothing but shake her head and smile slightly.