Fairy BoxA Story by KingJoseph Once the box opened, a life would end. It was silly how the
world agreed to this "Pandora's Box" farce.
“This is
to save the world!”, they said. All it
did however, was kill humanity. Though I beg to differ after all, could we still call ourselves humans? What we
did to those fairies could never be called a human act. “Inhumane”? Demon I say. I was no less different. I watched Merilyn step inside the box where she would call her final “light”… hers was not the only light that died there. I had ceased to be human. It was in the year 20XX where we had used up the final bits of non-renewable resources. The sudden loss of these materials could not be compensated by the renewable power plants the world had tried to build in response to the depletion. The innovation of these new power plants could not catch up with the rate of loss for energy and soon, many countries fell. Energy was after all, a main source of life. Terathy was the name of my town. It was the only place where a forest still existed. People sought to destroy the big forest and at night you could hear the screams of the trees that I once climbed in my youth. I could not do anything against these mechanical beasts they use to devour that of which I call home. "Home is a place where I could always be accepted", says Lydia the once orphaned girl I used to visit a lot. I never really had one I guess. Such definition I got from a young girl recently adopted. She seemed to be more familiar with the concept than a 30 year me. How could I know of what a home was, I never really felt like I belonged. I guess to me, home was where I resided all of my life. No where to go and no where to be but here and as I was realizing it, I had started to lose my only place of existence. Should the town disappear, I too would. It was then the beings appeared, you could call them “Fairies” or whatnot. They were what saved the lost of my only point of focus. Apparently, their leader made a deal with the humans, "in exchange for the provision of energy, they would cease efforts to cut down the last tree", says the fairy queen Harelquinn.
Humans
abided, they were desperate rather than amazed at the existence of these forest guardians. The queen was a sparkling
figure yet to me, she was more of familiar. Fairies were not as small as humans
imagined them but it was the closest description I could give for they were girls
with wings. She sparkled and was filled with life, I felt so revitalized as if
I could fly as well which was a silly thought of mine for a grown man to imagine having wings and flying around. Though if I did, I'd have no where to go either way. What was familiar though was her smile. Jonathan said it allured him, oh how captivated he was that he would leave his dear Mary in no time. Who wouldn't be, such an amazing figure was shown to him. The closest thing he got to that was the image of his late sister whom he had kept a photo off. She had died from an accident. She was climbing trees when the mechanical beast appeared, so swiftly she was lost. The smile reminded me of my mothers, although hers was even
colder. My mother had sold her soul to the devil, better known as my father. He was
an abusive man and I’m glad he is gone. He brought with him the pain and the
sadness and the sorrow and it was just too much to bear. I drowned in helplessness, born without purpose and born unwanted. Pain is what I perceived as love and to me, it was the only love I felt that was
real. It was always there, it was all they ever showed me. I had searched for it, and because of it, I had lost the only people who knew of my existence as they were the cause of it. Life was silly; if men knew reason, they would be nothing. Knowing of what comes after ceases what you would call life. I guess that is why my soul exists, it precedes reason of its very existence. Why am I even here... I remember a memory. “Don’t go”, I screamed. “Let go you b*****d, we have no
responsibility to care for you! You… YOU MONSTER”, my father replied. As far as I knew, he was the monster. He took my mother and the last I saw of her was the smile so familiar that it seems to have followed me. I saw it in Lydia, as she smiled her way through the difficulties of abandonment. How brave she was, her smile so very sly as to fool people like me into thinking she was capable. That she could handle something not even I have fully. I was the mayor of the town, I had lived long enough to understand the
workings of Terathy. It was a simple give and take, the people settled for the resources and the forest thrived in the care of its inhabitants. A mutual benefit reduced to one sided by people who did not even belong. The greed of humans goes no bound, constantly needed security to live peacefully. They invited me to visit their laboratory where energy was
generated, they call it Fairy’s Light. If only they had accepted their fate, they did not have to end this way I was with a boy, his name Martin
and he too had wings but very tiny. He was a unique one sadly, I dislike
fairies and he was no exception. Nonetheless, I was given him to join me in the
tour, must be some sort of tourist gimmick wherein the fairies are hired to
tour the humans to a magical world. The mechanics were they would place a fairy inside a box where she is put to sleep. It’s pretty sweet actually, they would be briefed of the human world. It was a serum that was able to manipulate dreams. The fairies were very emotional, and with it came great power. They told us happiness was the strongest, how convenient for the fairies. Perhaps that’s where they got the name “Fairies light”, but it was the humans who enjoyed their light. We were led to a room to watch the process. We were watching from the glass window of the upper floor, kind of like directors watching a band of surgeons do an operation. In the room was a metallic box. It was a scream of Dystopia, of course, I had not known that till later on. A huge floating box more magical than any of these fairies would ever be, only to be made by humans. We played God here, I already saw how we overstepped our bounds.
It
was symmetric and colored black and screamed human technology. It had a cubic
design as if it were ready to shift shape. The lines etched on the box seemed
to lead to the bottom most part of the cube. The design was haunting and
intricate. The lines were what made the cube intricate. It seemed array but rather, was connected all to a singularity. Kind of like how Terathy was for me. I was an intricate existence whose soul had no reason of existence. Perhaps I would
end up inside the cube like how I ended up in the laboratory, like how I ended up in Terathy. It really did draw me in as if the cube itself was designed for
me. I was being called, I was meant to be in that box. The patterns were
mesmerizing, I got curious. I yearned to be in that box as if I had belonged
there. As if I had found the home that I was never given. Perhaps Terathy was no more than a stepping stone, how quickly I changed my mind of where my singularity was. What would mother say
I wonder, she would probably pat my back and tell me to hurry along. Her smile,
I missed it, it was cold and the Box was cold as well. © 2016 KingJosephFeatured Review
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KingJosephAboutHi! I am Joseph and I am a freelancer. I have submitted stories online both for profit and for the heck of it. I love writing and it makes me happy to create stories I wish I could live in. I hope tha.. more..Writing
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