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Iris
“I can’t believe my mother actually imprisoned me.” I scoffed to Gerry, crossing my arms. Gerry was in a kind of imprisonment himself. Though unlike mine, his sentence was a lifelong servant role. He served my mother, whatever she may need from this side of the Isle. Him and the others in this service were not to ever venture to my mothers side. This was for those born into a curse; meaning somewhere along the line, his ancestors offended the hierarchy and now he was here to pay for their sins. One of the typical job titles for people like this, was that they were to keep an eye on the prisoners, feed them and tend to their needs. However, there hadn’t been anyone in these cells in thousands of years. So the lucky trio got to be the ones to break that streak.
Though Gerry and I should have never met before today, I often ventured to this side of the Isle exploring. My mother caught wind a few times, when spies would spot me and run to their queen. Of Course this would get me scolded and lectured about where I wanted to end up; but I didn’t care. The risk was worth the reward. The reward being that I got to see things other people in the Isle never did.
“You know your mother, she likes to make a point.” Gerry continued to sweep leaves from the same spot about five feet from my cell.
“It’s more than that. She’s onto me. She saw what I was doing down there in Sugarland. She just can’t stand anyone doing magic. Of Course they teach us about magic and how to perform it in school, but we are never to use it. It’s like a trap. They are setting us up for failure.” I waved a twig with a few rogue leaves in the air.
“Your mother loves you. I am sure she is just trying to teach you a lesson.” He didn’t look up from his sweeping.
“Ha. A lesson. Sure. How can you even say that after what she put you through? A life of torment. A life of loneliness.” I stared at his back, waiting for him to turn around.
“I made my own bed child.”
“No, your ancestors did.” I shook my head at his logic.
“And that is a berdan I must carry for my days to come.”
I felt sad for him. I could see his helplessness and that he really felt that he was trapped. But, if he had accepted it, then who was I to try and convince him otherwise? “Well, will you get me out of here, if not yourself?”
“And end my life right now?” He shook his head with sorrow.
“She won’t kill you. She’s not that cruel.” I bartered.
“Not to your kind...” he wouldn’t look at me.
“What do you mean... my kind? You are a faerie too Gerry...” now I was just confused. Mother could be cruel, but not to the extent he was implying... could she?
“Let’s just say she will do whatever it takes to make a point.” He began to move away from my cell.
I let his words linger.
How bad could my mother have been? Did she have a secret life, a secret way of doing things that I wasn’t aware of? I did tend to stick to myself most of the time... Maybe her actions had slipped my attention. Or was it that she was a different person when she was on this side of this side of the Isle?