Majestica Prologue

Prologue

                A shuffle of feet and the sound of a vase crashing woke me up. Hail the size of baseballs punched the sides of the house as hard as they could and the wind pushed against the window. I slipped out of my bed and peeked out the window. Snow reached the halfway mark my little sister had marked the day before, the mark she wished the snow would reach.

                A small thud of something falling over came from the hallway, as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My first thought was one of my parents getting some early morning hot chocolate, thanks to the blizzard outside. A small glow caught my eye and my clock’s dim glow interrupted the complete darkness. Almost two in the morning, way too early for hot chocolate.

                “Makala!” I whispered hoarsely. There was a tinkle of bells and the small fairy appeared on the windowsill, looking really pale.

                “Jake,” she gasped, her usual tan face white as a ghost. She fell to her knees as I rushed to her. Her wings slowly hovered in-between transparent and opaque, then all together, she disappeared.

                “Makala,” I kneeled by the place she had vanished and hoped she would appear again, but the sound of bells didn’t come and she didn’t appear again, smiling.

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