25 Chapter 25 Not A Fairy (1/2)
He was on a boat, out at sea. The waves were gentle, and a salty breeze gave just enough of a chill to his skin that the warm sunlight didn't make him too hot. The boat was pulling into dock at an island he was excited about. There hadn't been a lot of information about it, other than it would make a great vacation spot. The s.h.i.+p out hadn't had a lot of people either. When he got off at the dock, he was happy to see that he was one of only a handful of people here.
It was his first vacation in two years. He was exhausted and wanted to get away from it all. The island was gorgeous. Everything about it was amazing. It stuck up in the middle of the sea from a long dormant volcano and was completely covered in green. The trees all gave edible fruit that looked like a spiky orange, but the flavor, when he tried one, was so much more than just sweet. He couldn't describe it beyond amazing.
The vines growing through the trees, blocked the sunlight above from reaching the forest floor, and leaving the entire place in an eternal gentle twilight. The flowers that were everywhere had dark blue rims with electric blue insides. He had never seen flowers like them before. The scent from them pervaded the entire island.
Birds sung sweetly as they flew from branch to branch, flas.h.i.+ng their bright colors as they winked among the trees. None would settle long enough for him to see them clearly, leaving him with the feeling they were wild little rainbows left to grow up here, before heading out into the big world to form much larger rainbows somewhere.
Approaching the beach in the cove, the water was so clear that he could see all the way to the ocean floor, and with the slight green tint, it made the fish and plants even more vibrant. Coral grew in patches, too deep for any boats to hit, but shallow enough that he could see the mult.i.tude of fish swarming in schools, glinting in the last rays of the sun, as it lowered to kiss the horizon. The sky erupted into reds and purples as the sea swallowed the sun.
As the day faded to night, moss on the base of all the trees began to glow, and it made the forest feel magical. He began to wander, watching as small glow bugs winked to life among the glowing moss, taking flight and floating through the air. Then he saw her.
She was bathing in a stream. Her pale skin gleamed in the moonlight and was beautiful. Turning quickly, she saw him just as he turned away in embarra.s.sment.
”I'm sorry,” he whispered.
He could hear the water lapping against her skin as she moved.
”Turn around,” she said softly.
He turned back around, slowly, to see her in a soft green robe, that glowed like the moss. Her long hair was wet, showing the tips of her ears peeking through. Glowing ruby eyes seemed to glint on their own.
”Beautiful,” he whispered.
She looked stunned.
”I haven't charmed you, human. Don't you find me strange, frightening even?”