Whatever Remains by T. Richardosn (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕

here.” Merlin nodded.
“Nonsense!” the older woman yelled. “I must show you the protection and other things for the huge gift you’ve done for our family.”
Merlin shot her a look. “It’s ok.” I said. “I don’t need protection.”
“No,” the woman said. “But we do need more fairies in our world.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to reproduce fairies!” I said bitterly. “I’ve got to go.”
“No,” old woman said. “I want the family to meet a fairy, the whole one, tell the boys your name, wait for my grandson to come home, he should be here any second now, and then let me honor you with protection spells.”
I nodded. “I’ll wait. Why are you so sure I’m going to die though?” I asked. This was very plain to see now.
“Fairies,” Merlin said. “Like you, are dangerous and don’t take much caution into how they look in public. You could be shot, killed for telling something that fairies cannot keep in. It’s how you are.”
I wanted to yell, I’m not like that!

I wasn’t. I did pour a liquid into someone’s eyes and killed them, but I’ve never done anything worse. I was more of a silent person. I just wasn’t now because these people got on my nerves and I hadn’t talked for so long of what I’ve been waiting to talk about for years.
The doorbell rang. “Right after he sees a fairy, you can leave.” She began walking towards the door. “I’ve told all of my grandsons the stories of fairies and how only some existed, now he’ll see one!” She opened the door and in the doorway stood a built body and he was walking in. He put his bag on the floor and his school jacket from around him. He looked up to me now with astonished eyes.
“Hello again Orphelia, when you ran out of that studio, I was afraid we’d never get the chance to talk again.”
This was Glytherin’s family?! His parent’s names had even sounded like his. His parents looked dumbfounded. “You know this girl?” his father asked.
“She’s a fairy!” the old woman yelled. He nodded. “I know, you’ve all met her before, so stop acting like strangers.” He stepped over to the kitchen. Was he not as surprised as I was? His family did resemble him but I didn’t notice it before. He snatched the cupcakes from the two little boys, they looked like his nephews, and he put the cupcakes on top of the refrigerator.
“How do we know her?” his mother asked. He took a while to answer.
“It’s Lyalia’s daughter, how have you forgotten so easily?” Lyalia was my mother. The woman looked at me now.
“How didn’t I notice?” she asked herself. “You look exactly like her.” I didn’t even see it in myself.
“What are you doing here?” Glytherin finally asked me. By the way his tone sounded, he was obviously upset. He beckoned me to the kitchen to talk. I came along and he opened the refrigerator in front of us so no one could see. I felt his breath; he was too close to me.
“How could you just leave?” he asked. “I was stuck there trying to give an explanation; it looks like I’ll be in trouble later, but you could’ve stayed to help me.”
I shook my head. “I have to go.” I said.
He nodded. “You should,” he paused a moment, “but then why did you follow my grandmother home?” I looked at him closely now.
“Close the refrigerator Glytherin!” I heard the boy say. He didn’t.
“Your grandmother brought me here.” I said. “She said I was going to die soon so she wanted to protect me.” He looked around for a moment.
“Close it!” the boy yelled.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“My brother.” He answered. “You’ve met my mom and dad, my grandmother and then my three nephews.” I nodded. The little baby, the two cupcake eaters, the rude and ungrateful brother. His family was all grown up it seems, and he was the younger sibling.
“Your grandmother came up to me as I was walking home, told me to save your nephew, the youngest one. He wasn’t breathing right and he was shortening of breath. She made me hold him and then something went across his chest like CPR. Then he was breathing and crying again.”
He looked at me steadily and closed the refrigerator door and immediately got up from the corner and walked around in the hall. “Come,” he said. I didn’t want to. I was already going to be three minutes late by the time I walked home.
“Come,” he repeated. I followed him now and his grandmother followed me excitedly. What was she excited for? He took a lock from the hedge of the door and unlocked it. He stepped inside reluctantly pulling me along. Inside, the room was an octagon shape. It had lightly browned wood for walls and wooden shelves on every side with bottles sitting on top.
“What’s this?” I asked. Instead of Glytherin answering me, his grandmother did.
“This dear, is your protection!” I looked at her oddly. I didn’t need protection. Who was going to come for me anyway? No one in the world wanted to kill me, but some people did see me glow which was kind of weird for me.
“Who would be trying to kill me?” I asked. “I don’t feel like I need protection.”
The woman shook her head sadly. “Most fairies, I heard, live on their own, they don’t have spell binders to help them or warriors as friends, and they only have others of their kind, so they aren’t protected." Glytherin began wandering inside of the room scraping dust off of the furniture. “
How long had it been since you cleaned the place Elizabeth?” Glytherin asked. Something that he said put me off guard; I think it was the fact that everyone called the old woman, ma, or mother, or mother in law. He called her Elizabeth. Even stranger, she told me before that her name was Cathie, so this was confusing.
“It’s been a few years at the least, all of the potions are still active.” She looked at me now. “I’ll give you three potions, of any one of them that you want.”
I sighed deeply. I didn’t want a potion. I didn’t want anything. I just wanted to leave now. The later I was, the more trouble I’d be in with Shane and my step-mother. “I really have to go,” I insisted. “I can’t take potions or spells; I’m not used to those kinds of things.”
“You saved a child!” she yelled.
“No I didn’t!” I yelled back. The woman looked at me in the eyes and grabbed my hands. “Ok,” she looked across the walls scraping each bottle along with her nails. “We have sleeping ones, strength ones, bravery ones, all kinds of potions, you just pick one.”
I sighed. “Bravery?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Don’t pick that one.” She said.
“But you told me---”
“NO!” she yelled. I shut up. I walked along with her scanning some. They were all rusty. Did she expect me to drink out of these? As I ran through some of the potions, a bright orange one different from the others, caught my eye.
“How about this one?” I asked. She handed me the bottle. It was longer than the other ones as well. “You want this one?” she asked. I nodded. She laughed. “It shows your true emotions, can get into deep contact with your life,” and I nodded.
“A lot of people would see me, wouldn’t they?” I asked. “They’d see who the real me was like.”
Glytherin laughed behind me. I looked at him and scowled. “I want this one.” I said.
The woman frowned. “Try it out, drink some from the bottle, it lasts about an hour. I want to see how you fair. It literally bursts your mind until you get everything out.” I opened the cap. Things were roaming around inside. Were they bugs? No, they looked like huge cellulite that manufacture how it works.
“Is this ok to drink? I mean, there are things that are visible that shouldn’t be visible to me.” The woman grabbed the bottle and peeked inside.
“I see nothing.” She said. She sniffed it. “Smells like oranges,” she commented. “Just drink it.” I raised it to my lips and my breath blew dust of the corners.
“Will this get me sick?” I asked. The woman rolled her eyes at me and put her hands on her hips. Without an answer, I took a sip. It smelt like oranges for sure, but it tasted nothing like it.
I shook my head trying to get the sour and bitter taste to exit my mouth, but it was to no use. “This is disgusting.” I said. “It tastes like ant crap.” I was spreading the truth already? How could something work so instantly like this? Glytherin laughed at me. The woman snatched the bottle away from me.
“I can’t let you have this,” she said as she put it back on the shelf. “You have a bad taste in potions, especially for a young adult like yourself.”
I shook my head. “What are you talking about? I’ve never had potions before so why would you expect me to? I’m extremely late now and I have to leave, I’m sorry.” I spotted Glytherin in the corner. “And as for you, I’d cut the laughing out, you’re really pissing me off. By the way, I don’t want to be here, as I said, I can say it again and again for a million times, but will you people let me out? No. Most people are upset that I can talk now; they find everything I say offensive. But these are the things I’ve wanted to say for years, so I apologize if I sound offensive, but seriously. Being in here with you is like being in a jail. I just want to leave.” Glytherin’s smile was swept off of his face. His grandmother had an edge of a smile still on her.
“I’m sorry.” I said.