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.
