“Shut up, Bronwyn!” Rowan yelled, shoving his twin sister to the side. She laughed a laugh that made the devil himself shiver. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “If both of you don’t shut your mouths, I will drop you both in Whitetail River!” Rowan straightened his beige shirt that complimented his pale complexion, while Bronwyn quickly fixed her bleached blonde hair that rivaled the snow in whiteness. “All ready, Rain!” Bronwyn smiled, linking arms with me. My name isn’t really Rain, but when we were little there was another girl named Cadence, and since I loved dancing in the rain so much, that Bronwyn started to call me “Rain” and it has stuck ever since. Rowan’s eyes narrowed up ahead. “No way,” he murmured, and bolted ahead. “Rowan!” I yelled, and Bronwyn groaned. “I hate running,” she said, but still ran after her brother. I huffed in agitation, but followed the pale faced twins none the less.

When I finally caught up to Rowan and Bronwyn, I found the looking into a side of a hill. “What in the name of all things that are holy, are you doing?” I screeched, “we were supposed to go to Daffodil Valley , not a hump of rocks and dirt!” But they both ignored me, even Bronwyn was silent, Bronwyn who permanently had her foot in her mouth, said nothing. “Look,” Rowan whispered, pointing to the side of the hill. “There’s nothing-“ I started to say, but Rowan growled. Actually growled. “Look harder.” I narrowed my eyes, and looked around at the lush green trees before looking at the hill. Actually look at it, and for the first time I noticed something. A ripple. Then another. I took a step back. “What is this,” I whispered. Bronwyn finally looked at me, and she was grinning. I shivered. “I told you, Rowan!” Her light green eyes glowed. “She has the Sight!” I started to hyperventilate. “And I told YOU, this would happen!” Rowan seethed, and carefully walked towards me with his arms out. “Ok, Rain, listen carefully,” he said slowly. “Bronwyn and I,” he motioned to himself his sister before saying, “we’re Faeries.” And with that last word, the rippling stopped and my eyes were opened.

Instead of dirt and rocks, there was an archway made of moss covered stones. The placement was uneven, almost like a drunken gnome had made it. But somehow, it was magical. The arch opened up deeper into the hill, revealing a torch lit tunnel. My breathing hitched, and my vision started to go dark. Bronwyn yelped before catching my falling body. “Here ya go,” she said, brushing my curls out of my face. “I knew you two were different,” I smiled, before the darkness consumed me and I blacked out.