Magical Journey of the Elf Queen

Chapter 8 - Yes or No?

Noticing the check box she was talking about I hesitated, closing the diary.

I bite down on my lower lip to see a beautiful ink pen nestled in the back of the diary in a small pocket. Katie removed the pen, handing it over to me, and stared with a small sympathetic smile.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I mean I’m happy I get an option to decide my fate but I honestly don’t know what decision to make right now. If I tick the response “no”, I’m scared I might be shutting out any knowledge I could have of my birth parents or my apparent “kind" for the rest of my life. Plus, I can’t bear the thought of putting the lives of an entire Kingdom in danger because of my selfishness.”

My birth mother might have thought she created an easy route to unburden me, but leaving me to make such a big decision that could affect a lot of lives no matter the response I chose, is a bigger burden than she knows.

     And her decision to not burden me burdens me even more!

“On the other hand, who the hell wants to go into war with her life in danger for a bunch of faeries she has absolutely no idea about?” I cry in alarm, internally freaking out.

Turning to Katie for advice I ask, hoping she’d have a way to help me out. “What the hell should I do?”

Katie kept silent for a couple of minutes and stared at me, before shrugging. “I don’t know Eva; this decision is one in each you alone have to make.”

“But that’s the problem, I can’t!”

“Alright,” She sighs, resting her hands on my shoulders. “Come on, maybe it would be best if we sleep it off. That way, we can think with a fresher mind come morning.” She suggested, grabbing the diary off the floor she tosses it back into the chest box and shuts the lid with a resounding thud.

I let her pull me up to my room, and lay in bed the same way I left it a couple of minutes ago. It took a long time, but I was able to force my body to sleep, and I don’t know if it’s supposed to be some kind of sign but I dreamt of the faces of my parents.

Waking up at 11:00 am on a Saturday I blinked my tired eyes open, startled at how late I slept in. The empty dent on the other side of my bed told me Katie was already awake and has probably been up for a while, so I reluctantly drag my body out of bed and took a quick shower.

Changing into some jean shorts and a white shirt, I opted for casual clothes since I’m going nowhere today.

Heading downstairs with my bare feet, I noticed Katie on the couch, flipping through the channels on tv while dressed in a new pair of tight jeans and a yellow crop top.

Ever since she found out about the whole gold dust, Katie pretty much packed half of her closet over to my house and made the announcement that she’s going to be keeping her stuff over at my places from now on so that we can make up for the number of sleepover’s we’ve missed.

“Hey!” She greeted, sitting up when she heard me coming from behind.

“Hey, did your mother call, how angry was she from a 9 to a 10?”

“About a raging 12,” She replied, rolling her eyes as I fixed some cereal for myself. “She didn’t let me hear the end of it, and kept on yelling about how scared she was to wake up and find out her daughter was missing.” She grunts, trying to imitate her mother’s shrill voice mockingly.

Letting out a snort, I try not to chuckle but can’t help it as I stuff a spoon full of cereal and milk into my mouth. Walking over to the couch, I settle down beside Katie and we watched some cartoons on tv. But I couldn’t help but be distracted because my attention kept reverting to the chest.

“Do you want to know what I’d do?” Katie asked off-handedly, and the pointed look she gave me told me she caught me looking at the chest.

Nodding sheepishly in response, I turned to face her.

        “I’d b***h a lot about my life being turned upside down and probably go a little crazy." She then winks. “More than I already am now. And after I’ve spent a couple of days venting, I’ll sit down and truly consider my options. But instead of thinking about everyone else, I’ll think about how I feel about all of this.”

“But-”

“Eva,” She says my name softly, cutting me off. “If you truly don’t want to take on such a heavy burden tick that “no” box and we’ll go for a spa treatment. Leaving behind anything related to faeries and simply live our normal daily lives. But if it’s a “yes”, tick the damn box and we’ll still go for a spa treatment.” She jokes, causing a small smile to tilt up on my lips a little.

“Life doesn’t always have to be normal, because sometimes, normal is overrated.” She shrugs, and my smile turns to a full-blown grin.

Nodding in response, I stood and left for the kitchen. Dumping my swollen cereal into the sink, I asked. “Where’s my mum?”

“Backyard.”

Without a word I head in the direction of the back door while Katie returns her attention to the Tv, pushing aside the sliding door I head in the direction of my mother’s voice and Clover’s barking.

I couldn’t help the smile that settled on my lips while I stared at the sight before me, my mother has on rubber gloves while crouched on her heels as she glares at my adorable looking puppy whose completely wet and covered in foam.

She’s trying to get her to stay still for a bath in a rubber float, and of course, Clover is making things difficult. Because the one thing she hates the most... is a bath.