Sadly Sings Destiny

Sadly Sings Destiny1

This is the story of one valle. A valle is half fairy, half Felf. A felf is half fairy and half elf so that would mean a valle is seventy-five percent fairy and twenty-five percent elf. Valles are rarer than most races but they survive enough to keep their race alive. At least the lucky ones do. If a valle, gets too down on him or herself, they cease to exist completely. They aren’t very well accepted in the fairy community to begin with because they look too different. A valle has moonlight skin with different color wings. The fairies don’t like them because they don’t look like fairies. The Felves don’t like them because they don’t look like Felves. The valles always have this lost identity. 2

Mates are important in this society because if a young valle doesn’t find a mate by full maturation (1800 years for fairy and valle which is 18 human years), the window of opportunity will close. Now that isn’t to say they have to mate at this time. They just have to find a mate otherwise, the loneliness starts to creep in and take over the soul. Once it overtakes the soul. There is no going back and the end of their existence is certain. If a valle has lower self-esteem than usual, the loneliness overtakes them quicker. There was one famous valle that could not overcome her racial flaws. This is her story.3

In a small town outside of Poplar Way, a small group of valles huddled by a grave site. Four black-haired sisters stood. Three were very beautiful indeed. The youngest was just plain. Her parents had died suddenly of a sickness. Now they were gone. She was their baby girl. She was special. She was their last born. They also had her late in their lives. There were some complications during birth. She came out a little small and didn’t grow much even for a fairy. She also had some sight problems. She wasn’t blind but she couldn’t see very far. No method of magic could give her back her sight.4

When she started school she was ridiculed for something that wasn’t her fault. It made her more of a freak than usual. “Look at the blind girl.” “Do you need eyescopes?” “Can’t your parents afford to get you any?” The children joined hands and danced around her “Blind girl. Blind girl. Blind girl.” 5

The little valle ignored them and tried not to pay attention but they kept chanting. Then a bigger boy spoke up. “Blind girl can’t hear us. Can you hear us blind girl?” He moved closer to her and shouted in her ear , “Can you hear me now blind girl?! Maybe she is deaf.” The dark-haired girl just stood there, silent. “Maybe the sprites took her tongue or is she just dumb?” 6

The children circled around her again. “Blind, deaf, and dumb girl. Blind, deaf, and dumb, girl.” The same boy that seemed to be their leader tripped her and she fell forward onto the grass. She just laid there pretending to be dead. Hoping they would leave her alone. Finally, the children tired of their game and left.7

As she grew older, unfortunately the name stuck. She was very bright but that just brought on more teasing. The more she tried to make friends, the worse they teased her. Even for a valle, she was different. People didn’t like people who were really different.8

Her only comfort was her writing. She began to write when they first teased her. She wrote down her most private thoughts. Thoughts no one would read or see. She then moved onto writing stories. These, she kept hidden as well.9

She mustered some courage recently by submitting a few short stories to a magazine run in Haven. She heard from them last week. They actually liked her stories and wanted to give her a job in Haven writing for their magazine. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see a valle man with red hair and green eyes standing next to her oldest sister Shelby. “Destiny, please come and stay with us. You can’t live here all by yourself.”10

“I do appreciate your offer Shelby, really but I can’t. They will be expecting me in Haven. Besides, you Cassidy, and Sandra all have mates. I will just get in the way.”11

“Don’t be silly Destiny. You still have a little bit of time before your 1800th birthday.”12

“I need to live on my own. It is better for everyone if I leave.” She hugged Shelby and left for Haven.13

She arrived at Haven a few days later. Haven, the capital city of Avalon was buzzing and busy as usual. She headed for the first inn she saw and rented a room at the Mermaid’s Wharf. She walked in and looked around. It was a nice place. The dining room was large and the tables scrubbed clean. There wasn’t many people in the inn. It was after the lunch rush and before the dinner rush so it was slow. She walked up to the lady behind the counter. She had long green hair and emerald eyes. She wore a red peasant dress that went down to her knees. “Excuse me, may I get a room please?” 14

The lady looked up and looked the young woman up and down. She had long black hair and emerald green eyes. She was short, about five feet. She wore a dark blue dress with long sleeves and black ankle boots. She had violet wings growing out of her back with moonlight skin. She carried a bag of clothing in her right hand. “Hello dear. Certainly you can get a room. Will you be staying long?”15

“I just moved here so I will need a regular room. I will be living here from now on.” replied the girl.16

“Oh, I see. Well, it will be about 75 gold pieces a week. We have nice rooms. Nothing fancy mind you but they are comfortable. You may call me Sadie. I am the matron and bar wench of this place.”17

“Nice to meet you. My name is Destiny Twilight.”18

“My that is a pretty name. Let me show you your room Destiny.”19

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The next stop was the magazine office in the business district which wasn’t far from the inn. She walked in the door and made her way to the front desk where a young human woman sat. The sign on her desk read Lydia Waters and under that editor. She cleared her throat. “Ms. Waters, my name is Destiny Twilight. I am here about the writer position.”21

The young woman looked up from her desk. She had pale blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a white, silk dress. All around her where other writers sitting at their desks writing away. In the back room was the print room where the magazine was put together. Destiny handed the editor the letter. “Oh yes, Ms. Twilight, we were expecting you. Let me show you your desk.” They walked over to a corner desk. It had a kerosene lamp and a stack of paper with thin pieces of stick with ink on the end. “This will be your desk, paper and writing utensils. Magazine goes to press every month. We require you to have two pieces done. You will get paid 4 gold pieces per word. Understand?” The valle girl nodded. “Great! Welcome aboard!” The editor turned around and left.22

Well, our little valle from the podunk village did very well. She wrote several short stories about a little elf girl who went out and made it on her own. She even got them published in one single book, “Avonea”.23

Then, her 1800th birthday came around. Destiny could feel the loneliness seep into her. Sure she was famous but she still hadn’t made any friends and certainly no mate was to be found. With every passing day, she grew quieter and sadder. Some days, she barely said anything at all. She couldn’t get out of bed. Most days she didn’t want to get up. She lie in bed until she had to get up. -No one likes me. No one wants me. No one loves me. I am a loser. I always was a loser. I will always be a loser. Everything is my fault. I can’t do anything right. I am such a freak. I just want to die. No one wants me anyway. No one cares what happens to me. Why should they? I’m just a loser that can’t do anything right. The world will be better without me in it. I’m not valued, important or even anyone special. Yes, the world will be better off without me.-24

Even Sadie tried to get her to talk but it didn’t do much good. She either went straight to her room or to the small creek that ran from the Clearwater River. 25

The next day, Destiny went into work and got stopped by her editor. “Destiny, please sit down. I need to speak with you.” Destiny sat in the chair and looked at the editor expectantly. “Destiny, you have always done excellent work. Your last story was exquisite really, but you seem more distracted of late and making many mistakes I expect novice writers to make. I know you can do better than that.”26

“So what you are saying is that you are letting me go.” the valle girl said in a soft whisper.27

“I’m afraid so.”28

Destiny felt like crying but she couldn’t in front of her boss. One thing about being teased all those years was that she learned to hide her true feelings. “I see, well I guess that is that. By the way, I have my next piece finished.” She handed the editor the piece of paper. I hope you like it seeing as it is my last piece of work.” Destiny ran out of the office.29

She ran past all of the stalls and businesses until she came to her favorite spot by the creek. She sat down and cried her eyes out. The tears just kept falling. She was crying so hard she could hardly see and she started to hyperventilate. -No one wants me. No one cares. If I died today, no one would miss me. I’m a loser. The world will be better without me. “I’m just a loser. Loser. Loser. No one cares if I live. No one cares if anything should happen to me. I am one insignificant person. My life doesn’t matter.- She kept repeating that over and over. She got up and walked towards the creek. The water was bone-cracking cold. She walked until the water came up to her ankles. She continued to walk until the water came up to her waist, then her chest, then to her neck. Finally, the water was above her head. The cold temperature took over and since she couldn’t swim, she drowned. A week later, Destiny’s piece was published and a day later they found her body floating in the creek.30

No one knew she needed help. Perhaps if people were more understanding, things would have been different for her.31

Destiny’s poem : Friendship32

What is friendship?33

What do you consider a friend?34

Friendship is love.35

Friendship is companionship.36

Friendship is love, hate, happiness, and sadness all in one.37

Friendship is a battlefield38

And I am the POW39

Each encounter is a battle for attention begging, pleading to be remembered.40

Hoping each time, you win.41

For if you lose, you can’t handle the destruction and devastation of the heart.42

Doubt slowly creeps in like a venomous snake.43

It eats at the heart.44

Each encounter is a blessing and a curse in disguise.45

In the rare days and moments, they do pay attention46

It is as if the sun shines bright after gray days of rain.47

The moments are milked and drank inenjoying every last drop.48

It tastes as sweet as the first picked summer peach.49

You hope that more days come your way.50

When the happy moments diminish, all one has are memories.51

Sometimes the memories are more painful than not having them at all.52

You start to question yourself.53

What is wrong with me?54

Why doesn’t anyone like me?55

If they do like me, why can’t they show it?56

If I am so valued, why do I get tossed to the curb like yesterday’s garbage?57

And yet you keep trying for that one glimmer of hope.58

That one ray of sunshine that peaks its head out of the gray, misty clouds surrounding the heart.59

What will it take for people to value me as a person and a friend?60

I try so hard.61

I put energy into a relationship that can power the sun.62

Is it worth it?63

Yes, No, Maybe so.64

Friends for life do not exist65

Only broken, crushed hearts.66

I must be at the bottom of everyone’s list.