Her sandy blonde hair swished back from her face as the breeze blew past her; her green and tan almond-shaped eyes teared with moisture. Anxiety and calmness fought within her slender form each striving to egg her on simultaneously into action. Glancing around her, she briefly questioned her sanity.
Samantha studied the swirling cloud within the tree. Peering into the mist within, she allowed it to pull her through. Curiosity always her problem- how does this apply? Just turning twelve, why couldn’t mom stop worrying and stop treating her like a child? Sure, she liked to play, but when was it okay for her mom to accept her not playing with dolls. She collected, preened, and displayed them, but when did she last play with them? It seemed like years ago. Now she wanted to explore new places. Never in her vast daydreams did she expect to find this world waiting for her, calling out to her. “Mom should understand. Shouldn’t she?” her thoughts queried suddenly.
It seems they didn’t talk much anymore. They lived in uneasy acceptance of one another’s differences. Mom always feared losing her since Dad died. Then everybody else seemed to die within the family accept her mom’s brother, whom they never visited anymore. They were alone, utterly alone. Loneliness crept in to depress, causing unhappy emotions. No one guessed that the small happy family lived in such despair. Or was it that way these days?
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She sighed sadly listening to her boss Aleace, explain the elimination of her job. Jane couldn’t understand how it could be happening. “I thought you wanted me permanently. How could my job be gone? Who’ll do my job? How will the work get done? Jane asked confused.
Aleace looked at Jane frustrated, saying, “It’s not my decision, Jane. The library has run out of money. At least, you have your husband and kids.”
“But… I need this job. I live this job.”
“I’m sorry Jane. My hands are tied,” Aleace added, then walked from Jane’s office.
Sighing, Jane packed her things, left work, and sat in her car sobbing. While driving home, she stopped at a roadside rest area watching the wind move through the nearby birch trees. Climbing from her plain white Taurus, she stood staring at the birds twittering happily in the trees. Noticing the blossoms and fresh grass near the path leading to the pond beyond, she tasted the wind.
Breathing deeply, she sighed. “My job isn’t what I am,” she concluded. Plopping down on a log, she removed a note pad and a plain pen from her purse. Doodling whimsically, she noticed a slight ball of light and roughly drew a dragonfly. She placed the doodled page under a rock, while watching two robins singing to each other, and saying, “I hope you’ll enjoy it.”
A soft whisper blew past her ear. “Thank you.”
Jane turned back, hearing laughter carry away the piece of paper in the wind with the small ball of light. “come back, please,” she said, a tear standing in her eye.
Just then, a small figure appeared before her dressed in green and smelling of lilies. “What do you require?” he asked joyfully.
“Time and attention. Could we share both?” she asked sadly.
“Jane we are always here for you. All you must do is seek us out. We shall attend to you when you need us,” he said smiling. The leaves rustled in the trees. The scent of salty birch filled the air. “What do you require?”
“Love. This Plain Jane requires love and there is a short supply for me. I will give enough for the world.”
“And you will receive,” the elf said, while other entities enveloped Jane as flowers erupted from the ground around them and waves of happiness moved through the small wooded area.
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She moved through the mall concourse while a feeling of someone’s focus burned into her flesh. A seated group of misfits watched her progression toward the exit. Feeling faint, she looked at her mother and stopped suddenly. “Mom, something is wrong. I feel strange,” she said.
Sitting on the bench near the entrance a frigid feeling flooded through her veins. The misfits filed past deliberately glaring at her before exiting the building. The air sparked alive, while her world spun into the surreal.
When she arrived home, the hair on the back of her neck stood up while she slowly stepped around to the front. The leader of the misfits boldly stood in front. She avoided his eyes. The frigid forewarning rushed through her again. Collapsing on the steps, she asked, “What do you want?”
Surprised she addressed him, he asked, “You see me? You are strong! I have come for you. I need you to be my queen.” He paused, saying, “I love you.”
Without saying another word, he pulled her up into his arms and her home disappeared. Warmth rushed through her. Suddenly she stood in a room of lavenders and purple, her favorite colors. Everything: floors, walls, furniture, fixtures, and fabrics were all in shades of purple. It all reminded her of her happiest dreams. She broke loose. Turning around in awe, she queried, “How did you know?”
Quietly, he morphed into a purple and silver dragon from her dreams. “You said you loved me.”
“I do. I didn’t know you were real. This is real, but how?” Warmth flooded through her again.
“My world is parallel to yours. We are meant to be,” he said changing back into a man.
Taking a chance, she decided to folllow her heart and stay with her dragon lover. “Okay, I will be your queen,” she stated feeling electrified.
Elated, they embraced. This began their story, their adventure. For this human born on Earth although mundane as Hope Swenson, became the hope of her new people.
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