Fairy Tales

by Windy The Warrior

Introduction

Kassidy sighed, stretching back on the mattress. Sure, school would get harder as life went on, but for now she had a moment to relax.

She looked up at the pale ceiling. When the constructors had built the house, the ceiling paint dried in swirls, ridges, and bumps. Over the years, she'd subconsciously mapped it, constantly admiring the landscape she saw. There was an immeasurable amount of wonder that came from it, and from this well of imagination she wrote stories. Now, she thought about a novel - a distopian one, set in a world with a dead sun.

She laid like this for what seemed like hours. Ideas ran through her head consistently, but none that would fit what she was looking for. After her thirteenth inadequate character design, she gave up. She sat up, folding her arms in frustration.

Kassidy rubbed her sore eyes, yawning. She checked the clock. 5:16 pm. "Fine," she muttered. "Well, I may as well get something done today," she asserted, even as she picked up her laptop.

She quickly opened Google, unsure of how to proceed. She drifted the cursor to the "I'm feeling lucky" button. It took a moment to load, but eventually transferred her to a new page. In the toolbar appeared the words "My Little Pony human". She scoffed lightly, being only a fan of the show, but decided to fix the keyword and watch the first episode of the actual show, if just to pass the time. She couldn't very well leave her room; her parents were extremely safety-minded, and didn't want her to leave her sheltered room while they were gone.

Once the episode was over, she clicked on the next one. After that, the next one, and the next. It continued like that until she could hear the garage door opening, at which point she tore herself away from the screen and stood in the frame of the door, waiting patiently. She forgot to shut off the laptop, and it went to a link in twisted lettering.

She didn't see the face that popped onto her computer. She didn't see the spark of black light that flew out of it, or even the brighter one that floated out of her and into the computer. The face receded, pulling Kassidy's light back. The computer closed of its accord, but she didn't notice.

As soon as she heard her parents calling, "we're back," she opened the door and walked out to meet them in the living room. Her mother, Camille, had long black hair and dark skin. Her eyes were dark brown, but she was always glancing around nervously. So was Kassidy's father, Jack, whose face was framed by glasses and curly ginger hair. Kassidy herself had straight red hair and her mother's tan skin, but neither of her parents had her green eyes. However, it only skipped the one generation, and for some reason she took comfort from knowing she had something in common with her grandparents that her parents didn't.

Camille smiled warmly, already wrapping her daughter in a hug. Jack offered a wan smiled too, but held back. He carried three fully-packed grocery bags, presumably filled with food. The girls noticed his pained expression and stepped back. He stepped through the gap quickly, causing the bags to thud down on the table early. Kassidy walked in and picked one up, but it starting falling.

The bags were heavy, and they each had to catch their breath before talking. Instead, they pulled out the groceries, opened the refrigerator, and sat them neatly inside. Jack patted his daughter's shoulder. "Thanks, Kass," he said, exhausted from the day's work.

She nodded, shooing imaginary dust from her jeans. "It's not a problem." Kassidy sat down, winded. For some reason, she couldn't fill her lungs or get a good breath.

Suddenly, she felt sluggish and off-balance, and her head seemed the wrong size. In fact, everything seemed the wrong size. Her neck was too thin, her hands and feet too long. Her legs weren't nearly thick enough to carry her.

She pitched forward, slamming into the ground. Her parents' startled cries were drowned out by the sudden pounding of her heart. She couldn't lift herself up, she was too weak. She could feel her fists ball up, her ears grow longer. Even her face was rounding out, her nose lengthened to a snout.

She turned her head towards the wall, but her vision was tunneling quickly. Where she should've seen white tile, there was only darkness and something that looked like grass. In barely a second, she blacked out entirely.

Comments

[TiberiusPonificus]

I barely see any female HiE fics. This one's got me interested, and I'd love to see you keep going.

[PegaSeraph]

More please