I Am The Seeker
Thaira Walls, age fifteen, always believed in fairies. And despite her best friends complaints, she still does.
But when Thaira stumbles across a whole new world of dreams, she finds that what she wished for isn't so pleasant.
Because along with her, Thaira has dragged an ancient force, and it is everything but what she wished for.
Deep in the fantasy world, four magical creatures live their lives in normality--that is, until a strange girl crashes in and turns everything on its head.
Of Dreams and Reverie
The sound of my best friends voice knocks the rest of the sleepiness from my eyes and I bolt out of bed, frantically trying to pull on clothes before she reaches the bedroom. Just as Iâ€™ve pulled my tanktop down over my hips, she appears in the doorframe.
â€œHey, Thaira. You wanna hit the treehouse?â€ Her black hair falls in waves over her shoulders as she leans against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. â€œIf we go fast enough we can see that family of kittens like we did last week.â€
I nod, remembering the cute little creatures. â€œJust promise me that weâ€™ll go fairy hunting today.â€ I say. â€œYou lied to me last time.â€
â€œUmâ€¦about that, Thaira. I think itâ€™s about time you gave up on all that fairy tale stuff.â€ She pulls her hair behind her head and flips it all to one shoulder in a wave of silk. â€œWeâ€™re fifteen now. I donâ€™t mean to be rude.â€
Iâ€™m taken aback by her comment. â€œMara, are you being serious?â€
â€œOf course.â€ She looks a little uncomfortable, and she seems to be avoiding eye contact. â€œI justâ€¦Iâ€™m not really interested in any of that.â€
I shake my head. â€œWell, I am.â€ I say. â€œWhy do you have such a problem with it?â€
â€œBecause. Iâ€™m practically your only friend right now, Thaira. Donâ€™t you wish you could have more friends? Or maybe a boyfriend?â€
â€œLove is useless and fake.â€
â€œAnd Fairies arenâ€™t?â€
I slam my fist against the wall. â€œJust get out, Mara.â€
â€œSure. But Iâ€™m taking the window.â€
â€œWhy the window?â€
She shrugs and throws her leg over the sill. â€œItâ€™s more exciting this way. Alright, well Iâ€™m going home, Thaira.â€ She pauses uncertainly. â€œJustâ€¦donâ€™t talk to me anymore, alright?â€
I donâ€™t speak as she lifts her other leg up, giving me an uncertain smile, and drops out of sight.
I donâ€™t know what much to do after Mara is gone. I brush my hair and teeth, study the house to see if thereâ€™s anything I can do, but everything is spotless. I cleaned early yesterday.
So I do the only thing I can think to do. I go to the treehouse.
Itâ€™s located in the woods behind my house, hidden deep in the trees. The tree in particular is a huge oak, the branches spread out in a forty foot umbrella that breaks in just the right places to allow light to flood the small room.
I trudge through my backyard in my combat boots, feeling them sink into the soft mud beneath my feet. Early fall leaves crunch as I reach edge of the wood.
Staring up at the trees, I feel like Iâ€™ll find something special today. Who knows, really?
It takes me about a half an hour to hike up to the treehouse. The bright, obvious break in the trees marks that Iâ€™ve found my place and I climb the hanging rope, feeling it creak beneath my weight as I reach the top.
The treehouse isnâ€™t anything special, except it has three rooms and is huge. The light is fresh and natural and I throw my backpack down on the makeshift wooden table, wondering if more birds have nested in the rooms since Iâ€™ve been here last.
When I turn around, I find myself staring at a picture on the wall. In light blue letters, printed across the worn wood, is a pretty message.
This is a world of dreams and reverie.
I smile at the sweet message, reaching my hand up to touch the strange material used to make it. It sparkles a beautiful blue, the light reflecting to make it look almost magical.
Iâ€™m cut off as I feel the ground drop out from underneath my feet. In a huge crack, I find myself falling quickly through the air.
Panicked, I pass out before I even hit the ground.