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

I shook my head. “Let me switch the topic,” I said. “Why have you been ignoring me along with Amanda lately?” He stared out as we were getting closer. Then I noticed he had an afterthought.
“I haven’t been doing that.” He said. “Amanda’s always beside me! She’s such an idiot! I mean, once she found out that I was kinda, mad at you, she thought it was ok to be talking to me.”
“Oh, and you think it’s ok to talk to me

?” I asked. He thought for a moment.
“Oh, I thought that-”
I shook my head. “I’m just joking.” I said. Now I could smell sea salt and fish from the sea.
“Now,” Glytherin said. “Do you want to meet the last fairy? The other three died yesterday in a combat war in another dimension.” I looked at him.
“What!” I yelled. “They all died?” He nodded.
“There aren’t any more of you, which must be a bummer.”
“How do fairies die so easily?”
“Delicateness, very delicate. This is why I’ve told the queen not to put you in war; my grandmother likes you too much. She’d hate it if you were dead.”
I smiled. “I think everyone should just get rid of the population so we could just stop worrying that we’re extinct, me and the last.” He looked at me crazily.
“What? That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.” He pulled me along. Was the sun setting? Was it already night here? Were we living by a different star other than the sun because this one seemed like it was just born a few weeks ago. It was a deep pinkish color that was slowly fading into yellow.
“What time is it?” I asked.
Glytherin checked his watch. “7:30 pm.”
“I thought I said I didn’t want to spend the night!” He shook his head and laughed. “No, it’s seven thirty in the morning here, back at your house, it’s probably near eleven. The sun’s rising, can’t you see it?” Setting and rising were both different things. But it felt like night. We reached the sidewalk along the beach. The sand wasn’t a brownish yellowish color though. It was red. I hesitated to go on but Glytherin walked forward. I stepped on it too. The sand was extremely cool. At the end of the beach, was a hut.
“She lives there,” he said. “She’s about twenty-three years old and she’s dying. Her name is Dominique. To tell you the truth, she’s pretty good looking.” I gave him a sideways glance. “Yeah, but you know all older fairies are good looking when in this generation, but in the next, maybe not so much.” I nodded showing him that I wasn’t offended by this.
We walked in as the waves became higher. It began touching my feet. I screamed. The water was cold sheets of ice coming from one place to another. It was December and everything but you usually don’t expect ice sheets where I’m from.
Glytherin covered my mouth. “Do you know that people want to sleep in till at least ten?” I shook my head. He still pulled me along uncovering my mouth. He swept me to the other side of him so I wouldn’t touch the ice anymore. I thought the ice was going to stick to me and freeze and never come off then I’d end up having to cut my feet off. Could someone ever think of the possibilities?
We reached the hut now and it was smaller than I’d seen it just a while ago. Glytherin looked through the peep hole. “She’s awake.” He murmured as he began knocking on the door. Fairies were so soft; I don’t understand why they would let you do war other than to make you die. It made no sense at all.
“Who is it?” I heard someone say at the door.
“Glytherin,” he said, “I have someone here for you.”
I heard her sigh. “Honey, you know I’m too sick to meet anyone, tell this person to come by later tonight.”
“She’s leaving before night comes.”
“The door’s open, come on in.”
Glytherin touched the knob and brought his hand back to something rusty on his fingers. Then he turned it. The door made a creaking noise like what you’d hear in a haunted house.
As soon as the door revealed me, the woman made a disgusted face. “Who is this?” she asked. “And why have you brought her in my home? I thought you were bringing my mother for her last farewell.” She said to Glytherin but only looking at me. She had dark braids in her hair and her wings were all dented and were a bright purple, reminding me of the ones that I'd just recently seen for myself; my own.
“Well,” Glytherin said. “She’s

Orphelia, I was wondering if you’d help her out. She doesn’t know how to fly, so I am coming to you before you’d die.” A poem. That’s what he reminded me of. What’s up with poems? I read them every day.
Dominique smiled. “You’re so selfish Glytherin.”
“I know,” he admitted. “But I thought she should learn from the best and the last, it’ll be sad when you go though. You’ve helped my mother and me so much and you’re so appreciated. I don’t think your time should be coming so soon.”
She nodded. “I know,” she said. She turned her eyes to me again. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Orphelia.” I answered shortly
“Or-feel-lee-uh?”
“Yes.”
“You have pretty wings Or-feel-lee-uh.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mind me asking, but did you have your mother steal for some wings like that, because I won’t tell.” Glytherin shook his head.
“No way, she got them today: here.”
The woman nodded. “It’s just that, wings like that, yes, they’re pretty, but someone can steal them if they’re real, so you better watch out. Now, you wanted to learn to fly right?” I nodded.
It wasn’t something ideal though. The woman was scary to me. I had a huge feeling she didn’t like me that much, and a huge feeling that she wanted to rip these things off of my back. The woman told me to come here as she talked to Glytherin. Before anything, she told me to sit on the bed beside her, and she began feeling my wings and twirling my hair around her fingers.
“So Glytherin,” she said. “When are you and the princess getting married?” her eyebrows rose. “When you guys get married, we’ll be able to finally see her, what’s her name? Oh-feel-lee-uh?” Dominique gasped and looked at me realizing the recognition between the both of our names, except that small difference. “Is this her? I don’t ever think I’ve heard you say she was a fairy! Glytherin that is strictly forbidden! You know that.”
Glytherin shook his head. “No, Dominique, this is my friend, since birth, my fiancé is Lindsay, have you so soon forgotten?”
Dominique nodded. “I forgot the brat changed her name, I forgot how spoiled you said she was; I don’t know why I’m getting so excited.” Glytherin nodded as the woman turned to me. “Flap your wings.” She said. I gave her a questioned look. “Glytherin get out.” She said.
Glytherin left the hut and waited outside. “No looking through the peeping hole!” she yelled. Glytherin didn’t answer but you could tell he was gone since you couldn’t see his shadow.
“I don’t know how to flap my wings.” I said. The woman looked at me strangely.
“Really?” she asked.
“I’ve only known I was a fairy about two weeks ago. My mother died, I don’t know if she was a fairy or not, but she’s gone so I don’t have anyone else to talk to.” She nodded again. “I’m going to move you wings for you and you have to tell me where you feel the entry.” What was she talking about? She put her fingers along my wings and she began to move them. I felt a pinch at the edge of my back. “There?” she asked as she felt it. I nodded. “Mind if I pull your wings out?” she asked.
Immediately, I ran up from off of the bed and across the room.
“What?

” I said.
“Do you even want to be a fairy? It’s a bust. You die all the time. I’m lucky I even made it this far. I had no help from anyone and I’m closest to the oldest living fairy there’s ever been. If you give this up, you can actually live a full life.” She looked at me steadily. “You look healthy to me.” I shook my head. I liked to daydream; I didn’t want to give it up. I thought she was supposed to help me. Not make me feel scared of her.
“Why do you want mine, you have a perfectly set for yourself. You’re going to die anyway, I don’t get it.”
The woman tilted her head and nodded. “I know,” she said, “but if I could get a hold of your wings and sell them, I could live. That’s all I want to do, I sell your wings, use that to help doctors bring me to life, and then that would be easily helped. I could live, and so would you.”
I shook my head. “By the way I’m meeting you; I bet you’d never do that for anyone else.”
She nodded. “That’s absolutely true.” I thought she’d say more after this but she didn’t, she didn’t say anything.
“No.” I said. “There’s no