Fae
A girl wandered the cold, lonely harsh London streets search for a dry warm place to sleep for the night. She stumbled across an ally far removed from the main street and arranged some things so she would be comfortable for the night. She pulled her flimsy jacket tighter around herself, and tried to tuck her feet completely underneath her body so that she was almost laying in a fetal position. If you were passing by the alley you would have no idea she was there, which was exactly how she wanted it. It was hard to tell what she looked like in the dark, with baggy clothes, her eyes shut, and her hair greasy and grimy. If you could see her, you know she was really pretty, if you could get past the smell.
Fae was alone, she'd always been alone; ever since she could remember, which wasn't that long ago. Fae woke up alone in a park when she was fourteen, and had been taking care of herself for the past two years. She had no memories, and no distinguishing characteristics; except for a tattoo that went around her right ankle. It was just a doodle or scribble, so Fae had no idea what it was. She got her name because around the time when she was fifteen, Fae would stay inside of libraries to pass the time, and read all sorts of books. Fae loved fiction, nonfiction, mystery, science fiction, action/adventure, current events, and educational volumes (which is why in only two years Fae was just as smart if not smarter than any adult), but her favorite by far was fantasy. She loved tales of knights and dragons, evil sorcerers and magical creatures, so she was called herself Faedon, which was an otherworldly being, roughly translated in Gaelic.
Faedon, or Fae for short was sleeping peacefully. Unbeknownst to her, her ankle was glowing brightly. All of the sudden, an ethereal light surrounded her and she was no longer in the stinky, urine saturated alley. Though Fae did not awake in her new surroundings, she smiled in her sleep. For, subconsciously in her dreams, she knew it was her sixteenth birthday and things were bound to be more interesting.
A girl wandered the cold, lonely harsh London streets search for a dry warm place to sleep for the night. She stumbled across an ally far removed from the main street and arranged some things so she would be comfortable for the night. She pulled her flimsy jacket tighter around herself, and tried to tuck her feet completely underneath her body so that she was almost laying in a fetal position. If you were passing by the alley you would have no idea she was there, which was exactly how she wanted it. It was hard to tell what she looked like in the dark, with baggy clothes, her eyes shut, and her hair greasy and grimy. If you could see her, you know she was really pretty, if you could get past the smell.
Fae was alone, she'd always been alone; ever since she could remember, which wasn't that long ago. Fae woke up alone in a park when she was fourteen, and had been taking care of herself for the past two years. She had no memories, and no distinguishing characteristics; except for a tattoo that went around her right ankle. It was just a doodle or scribble, so Fae had no idea what it was. She got her name because around the time when she was fifteen, Fae would stay inside of libraries to pass the time, and read all sorts of books. Fae loved fiction, nonfiction, mystery, science fiction, action/adventure, current events, and educational volumes (which is why in only two years Fae was just as smart if not smarter than any adult), but her favorite by far was fantasy. She loved tales of knights and dragons, evil sorcerers and magical creatures, so she was called herself Faedon, which was an otherworldly being, roughly translated in Gaelic.
Faedon, or Fae for short was sleeping peacefully. Unbeknownst to her, her ankle was glowing brightly. All of the sudden, an ethereal light surrounded her and she was no longer in the stinky, urine saturated alley. Though Fae did not awake in her new surroundings, she smiled in her sleep. For, subconsciously in her dreams, she knew it was her sixteenth birthday and things were bound to be more interesting.