Ever Shade

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Authors: Alexia Purdy
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    “Could you change back Soap, you’re scaring me.” She tilted her head staring at him. “What did you do to me exactly?” she asked with her eyes widening.
    Soap smiled and just as quickly, he blurred right back into himself. His long brown hair and green-gemmed eyes glinted at her. “Pardon, my lady, I meant no harm. I will not do that again, but you can see that my magic could be quite useful. Most fey and human alike cannot resist my charm. You on the other hand…” He tilted his head, confused. “It barely touched you; it’s as if you’re immune to it or something, amazing. Oh well, can’t have everything right?” He smiled again and turned back, he continued on his way like nothing had happened. Shade took a deep breath and followed, she was slightly enraged by his admittance of using magic on her.
    The forest seemed to stretch out for miles; twigs and leaves crunched under their feet, snapping and crackling as they walked. The noise seemed louder in the vastness of the woods and in the quiet of the morning. She kept her eyes on the forest floor, but she glanced up every so often to watch Soap’s long brown hair swinging in the cool breeze. He had tied it back with a leather string, matching the color of his hair. She wondered who he was, and why he was coming on this journey with her. She supposed it might be for her protection. Her mind continued to race with questions. Why was he alone as a child in this desolate forest? He could have been killed, eaten alive by an animal. She looked at the thick shrubbery around her, and shivered at the thought.
    Finally they reached the forest’s edge and could hear traffic in the distance. For a brief moment Shade had almost forgotten about the reality of her world. She had been so mesmerized by Soap’s magic, charms and Faerie itself. The road was not far from the woods, and soon they were walking in the direction of her house. She wondered if her mother had already left, and she secretly wished that she might run into her anyway, just to say hello, and maybe she could get a warm hug and kiss goodbye. The little things she would miss overwhelmed her. What if she didn’t come back? When they both reached her house, they paused.
    Shade stared at the worn down exterior, made of bricks and old siding that happened to be partially dry rotted. The house was old but comfy; the rust red exterior bricks were rough with age. Weeds clung to the base of the house, and toys and balls were carelessly tossed across the yard. She smiled, her little brothers and sister were loved dearly, but they were also spoiled rotten.
    Shade knew how hard their mother worked, now that she was a single mom. Somehow, there was never a lack of love going around. Sometimes she did get a little absent minded, with so much going on between all of them, forgetfulness was forgivable. She was pretty sure her mother was gone. The minivan was not parked in driveway and there were no crazy little kid screams filling the house, like usual. The place seemed quite silent. It was almost eerie. Shade shook away her disappointment and started for the door. Soap followed closely.
    She jingled her keys out of her pocket and turned the knob. No one came running to greet her, when she opened the door the house was still. It felt strange not to hear the usual noises echoing through rooms. She sighed and headed in, closing the door behind them. She turned towards Soap and nodded. “If it’s ok, I’ll gather my stuff. See if you can find any canned non-perishable food we can take. I’d like to take a quick shower.” She added.
    He gave her a deep nod and smiled that iridescent smile of his. Gleaming white teeth flashed her for a second.
    Shade smiled back nervously and turned, and raced up the stairs. Her room looked pretty much the same, because being the oldest, she and her little sister did not share a room. It was nice that her mother agreed with her that she needed her own space. Her mom asked a lot

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