Chapter 6

Daffodil pulled her waist-length soft hair into a pink bun.

She had just finished setting the washed dishes into the cupboard.

She looked around the house a little lost on what to do next.

Laundry?

She was familiar with a few things that required doing when you lived in a human household.

She rummaged through a few shelves and then the fridge. There was enough food in stock for a few days.

Holding onto the Dream Acorn that formed a bracelet around her wrist, she sighed. She knew she was being a burden.

Daryl and Beryl looked so close and friendly and now, they had to deal with a complete stranger staying with them and eating their food with no idea when she would leave.

With a determined expression, the young half-fairy stalked to the window of the kitchen.

Strong shafts of sunlight slanted in and Daff settled on the floor.

Closing her eyes, she stayed completely still and let her body bathe in the warmth.

A few calming breaths and her wings slowly vanished. Not invisible but definitely gone, nowhere in sight but her body felt a lot heavier to her than before.

Opening her eyes, Daffodil flexed her shoulder blades realising the weight of the wings had shifted to the bones of her human body.

She stood up and walked around the room, feeling her body slowly get used to the slight weight it felt.

Thoughts of the last ever time she had ever hidden her wings sent shivers down her spine.

Shaking her head, Daffodil took quick steps to the door to get her shawl.

She would step out and walk around the street.

Looking for jobs was not a burden she would give her new friends.

Professor Dorothy walked up and down the corridor, an annoyed look on her face.

That Abel boy was working her last nerve.

She cursed under her breath.

Being a Half-Myth came with lots of prices and most Half-Myths married a regular human to end the cycle.

Dorothy Hagglin was born to a gorgeous Half-Myth and his human wife. She had always found the Mythological World fascinating and had accompanied her father to many of his gatherings.

As the years had gone by, she’d spoken with more and more of them until she’d understood enough of the hierarchy of the mythological creature world.

Things weren’t as sunny as it seemed from the outside.

There were powerful clans and weak, happy-go-lucky species and Dorothy Hagglin was determined to land a good position in their tiny society.

She was determined to find a place of power in the mythological community and escape the world of humans where she wasn’t the royalty she would love to be.

Walking through a dark alley, a man with dark brown hair came to a stop right before entering a street.

Very few people walked outside and he stayed hidden in the shadows.

He had broad shoulders and a toned back. Small stubble grew on his chin and he had startling blue eyes.

He glanced around at the humans again before stepping back further into the shadows.

Sighing, he ran a hand over his curved elf ear.

Betting no one would notice his ear when he walked past them was only slightly risky but Damon would stab him to death if he dared take it.

He sighed.

It was hard enough walking around in broad daylight. Now, the men had asked that he walk into a school with a high percent of Half-Myths to make a list.

The elf in the shadows rolled his eyes.

Associating with humans or any of the Half-myths would be the lowest points of life but that was probably why he had been chosen to do it anyway.

He had the most charisma of the group of Half-Myth hunters and it was always difficult to say what he really felt or thought about any situation.

He had been given a powerful solution that would allow him to hide his elf ears for a period of time and also, a Fairy Item that allowed him to hide his scent and mask it with that of a Half-Myth.

Walking into the University a few hours ago had overwhelmed him.

He had to leave to gather his bearings.

Humans were... a lot more self-sufficient than he had thought.

The Elf felt his throat choke up in horror at the thought.

Making acquaintances with the humans or protecting them was not harmful but starting families with them was too dangerous. Ther were too many uncertainties and almost every Half-Myth was a walking evidence of the existence of the Mythological world.

There weren’t many of them but the number had grown a little too comfortably in the last few years.

The Half-Myths were just not equipped to exist.

They could not fit in perfectly in either world and had to struggle to really fit in anywhere.

They lacked the strength and physical prowess to live entirely among the Full-Myths and needed too much nourishment of various sorts to properly conceal their few mythological traits to be able to live with the humans.

Speaking of the humans, the Elf growled in annoyance.

The thought of returning to their university annoyed him.

They had had shelves and shelves of books that had intrigued him but the scent of so many humans and slight traces of Half-Myths had confused his senses.

What was concerning, however, was that there was clearly more than one Half-Myth at the university and the Elf was determined to make a note of all of them.

Looking over at the street, he began to make a mental plan.

A flash of pink caught his eye and he glanced over to see a petite girl with a messy, pink bun walk across the street, a soft cream shawl curled around her neck.

He almost looked away before his eyes locked on a tiny accessory that caused him to take a long, laboured breath: a Dream Acorn.