Audrey was always a special little girl. Ever since she could remember, she had been able to see things other people couldn’t. She could see faeries, gnomes, dwarves- you name it! She made friends with most of these creatures, but her absolute favorite and best friend had always been a young unicorn named Arthur. Most other people never seemed to notice Audrey’s friends, which got her in trouble quite often. Something would happen around the house or at school which was so obviously caused by a sprite and Audrey would get blamed for it! Her parents said it was her overactive imagination, her teachers said she was just trouble. The only one who seemed to understand (other than her faerie friends) was here cat Tiffany, and even she ignored the sprites that came to visit unless they were small enough to chase. Audrey lived in a small cottage in the English countryside adjacent to a rather large pond, where she spent most of her time. This was where she had met the mermaid with whom she had become very good friends. It was also the place where she had first met Arthur. She still remembered how beautiful he had looked, standing at the edge of the pond in all his grace and majesty. Just like out of an Arthurian Tales book. He was her best friend not only because he was kind and loving, but because he accepted her and all her oddity. And because he let her ride on him every so often but that is beside the point. Her parents tried to be accepting of her friends when she was younger, but when she turned ten they began to grow worried that her imaginary friends would get in the way of her succeeding in life. They even tried sending her to a psychiatrist. So she had no choice but to lie. She said she could no longer see the magical beings, and eventually that came to be. She stopped noticing the little sprites that flitted around her room every now and again, the little faeries that flew with the fireflies on summer nights, she even forgot about the sweet mermaid in her pond. However, even to this day she never forgot Arthur. Not only because he was her best friend growing up, or even the fact that he still visited her and her family, but because he was a piece of her life, and a piece of her. She moved into the same house she grew up in when her parents died along with her husband and son, who she named Arthur. Arthur oddly enough had the same friends she had had, remarking every so often of the new ones he has met. Audrey every so often will see a little flit of light around a flower pot or up a staircase and she will stop and smile at her old dear friends.