The
Diary of Miss Aidyn Hall, elf friend and storyteller
August
10
In Katie’s Bad Company
We searched the fairy tale room for
Newt and found him in a little box under one of the tables, lying underneath a
pile of other figures. There he was—a gangly-limbed tree elf with a greenish
tinge to his skin and streaks of green in his hazel hair. His arms were
outstretched toward his lost lover, his eyes full of passion. Apple Blossom
placed Chokana beside him and they fit perfectly into eachother’s embrace.
So Chokana and Newt were the
connection that I had been searching for. The Jadeites are the product of the
forbidden love between a human and a tree elf, imbued with the magic that their
parent had passed along to them. And it wasn’t a sense of tradition and
exclusivity that rendered me unable to learn how to harness the jade essences,
it was a genuine inability. A human just does not possess the resources to work
the magic in the way that a Jadeite or a tree elf does, in the same way that a
human does not possess the resources to fly like a bird or digest eucalyptus
leaves like a koala. I wonder why Apple Blossom didn’t just tell me this
instead of going into that spiel about respecting traditions. I guess that she
didn’t actually know.
What gets me the most is that this
means that the Jadeites, in a way, are humans.
I suppose a few centuries’ worth of breeding was enough to biologically cancel
out their human side, but it most certainly did not cancel out the unmistakable
sense of humanity that I observed from the get-go. Jadeites are humans just as
much as Jadeites are elves, and yet they will only acknowledge the latter. The
tree elves had their own reasons for their animosity towards humans, but
shouldn’t it be different for the Jadeites? Was it animosity that drove them to
hide the involvement of humans in their origin, or were most unaware that there
was any human involvement at all? Was the animosity towards humans simply
passed down from the tree elves like an ancestral heirloom, or was there so
much more to it than that? There are still so many questions that remain
unanswered. I know that Apple Blossom can’t answer them all, and I won’t make
her try. This answer—the essential answer—had
come to use by chance, and I am going to let the others do the same. What
matters is that I was right, and that there is
a connection after all!
After we reunited Chokana and Newt,
I showed Apple Blossom the pictures I’d taken in my yard. “These are
photographs,” I explained. “A photograph is a direct copy of an image, taken
with a camera. What you see in these photographs is exactly what you would see
if you were in my yard and looking at these things.”
“They’re wonderful,” she said. “I
wish I could make photographs.”
“I’ll show you my camera the next
time I come over,” I told her.
We had lunch in the garden again
after that, and then I read her my diary entries from the day of her birthday
party, ending with my unexpected audience with the queen. She listened just as
quietly and attentively as she had the day before, but when I finished, she
said, “When you went home that day, everybody was mad at me.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Who
was mad at you, your friends and your parents?”
“Everybody,”
said Apple Blossom. “My friends, my parents, the servants, all of the people at
the palace, even the citizens. My
parents got yelled at because the citizens were mad at me. They said that I was
careless, that I was foolish, and that what I had done might bring down the Greenwood …” She was beginning to tear up. “My mother
and father yelled at me and asked what in the world I was thinking, and did I
have any sense at all, and didn’t I know that I might have put everyone in
danger, and lots of other things I don’t even want to say. And my friends…” By
now her shoulders were beginning to tremble, so I had to stop her. “It’s okay,
Apple Blossom, you don’t have to say anything else about it,” I said. “I can
tell it’s a painful thing to remember.”
“It is,” she said, wiping her eye
with the back of her hand. “Nobody has ever, ever been that mad at me before.”
“But why were they mad at you?” I
asked. “I remember that day. Your mother approved
of me, even then. She’s the one who said that I could come back! You even
heard her say that—I remember you were eavesdropping from under the table. What
made her blow up?”
“She didn’t blow up!” Apple Blossom
said with a gasp. I had forgotten that Jadeites weren’t too hip to figures of
speech. “It means, what made her get so angry,” I clarified.
“It was what the citizens were saying,”
Apple Blossom told me. “It was what my friends and their mothers and fathers
told them. They had spent the whole next day getting yelled at, being accused
of this and that, having rumors spread, being blamed and shamed and having
their competence as royalty called into question. My friends’ parents
threatened to cut off all association with them, and they threatened to spread
it around the Greenwood that my mother and father had connections to
humans—such a thing could have branded them as traitors! It was all just too
much for them to bear, and so they were angry. Now that I think about it, I
think they were angrier with themselves for allowing it to happen than they
were with me. But they couldn’t yell at themselves, so they yelled at me.”
“Well, that wasn’t right,” I told
her. “They shouldn’t have taken it out on you. But it’s over now, and nobody’s
mad at you anymore.” I patted her shoulder and swallowed the guilt that had
welled up inside me for my own contribution to the fury, as indirect as it may
have been.
My phone’s ringing. I think it might
be Katie calling to tell me she’s on her way to the café. I need to take this.
Apple Blossom is better company than
Katie ever was.
Before we met at the café, I
mentally sifted through a list of answers I could give when she inevitably
asked where I’d been all of that time. I didn’t want to outright lie to her,
but at the same time I wasn’t entirely sure that the truth would be in the
Jadeites’ best interests. But then I figured that Katie is my best human
friend, and that in all of the years I’d known her I had trusted her with
everything. I never made anything up or fabricated anything to her, to the
point where she could probably tell if I ever tried to. It would take a lot of
lengthy explanation, convincing, and likely multiple repeats to get her to
believe a word of it (she had already made it clear the last time I saw her
that she couldn’t just believe something like that). But after she understood
that I was serious, I was sure that she would at least try to accept it. It
wouldn’t be the first time she had to accept my weirdness. There was no need to
worry about the Jadeites; Katie wouldn’t try to go after them. She had no
reason to, and even so, she would likely be too stunned to even try. Besides, I
wouldn’t show her my diary or tell her how to get to the magnolia archway.
We literally ran into eachother
outside of the café and hugged. “Where have you been, you elusive lady?” Katie
asked. “I was almost forced to drop in and check up on you!”
“Oh, you know, I’ve been living my
exciting writer’s life,” I said. “You know how that is. But I must say that
I’ve found some real adventure this
summer. And, well…let’s grab a seat and I’ll tell you everything.”
“Of course you’ve found adventure,”
Katie said with what I like to consider affectionate exasperation. “You’re
always finding adventure. You’re always going off to this place and that,
sampling foreign cuisine or jet-skiing through the open sea and leaving poor
little Katie home alone and bored!” I know that she was ribbing, but I felt
sorry for her either way. Katie, a sewing shop worker five days a week, had
often complained of being unable to keep up with my adventurous lifestyle.
“I’m really sorry, chick,” I said,
patting her hand. “I feel like crap for making you feel that way. You know that
I don’t mean to.” We eased our way into a booth. “Before I tell you anything,”
I said, “you have to promise that you’ll believe me, no matter how absolutely
absurd it sounds.”
“It’s you, Aidyn!” Katie said with a chuckle. “I can believe anything
that comes out of you!”
We ordered our coffees before I
said, “What if I told you that I’ve had a few dealings with the fair folk—fairies and elves and things
like that?”
“Somehow I’m not surprised,” Katie
said with a playful roll of her eyes.
“All right, so about a month ago,” I
began, “I discovered a sort of gateway. You know those woods behind my house,
right? Well, I was exploring around back there and I found a gateway. And I met
this little elf girl named Apple Blossom. She’s the princess of a land deep
within the woods called the Greenwood . It’s a lush and beautiful land where all of these elves live.”
Katie was listening intently, as if I was reciting one of my stories. “I’m the
first human who has ever been granted admission to the Greenwood ,” I continued. “I met the other elves, the
king and queen, Apple Blossom’s friends…and we’re all friends now. We have so
many wonderful adventures together!” I had been speaking quickly, and I paused
to take a breath. Our coffees had arrived, and we ordered our breakfast before
I continued.
“On my first day in the Greenwood ,” I went on, taking occasional sips of my
coffee, “I had the honor of attending Apple Blossom’s birthday party. Let me
remind you that she is a princess! Can
you imagine that? Me, of all people, a guest at a royal celebration! And then I
went sailing across a brook that rings like a bell, and I’ve gone wading
through bogs to pick bushels of cranberry greens. I’ve even gone swimming with
mermaids!” Katie wasn’t looking at me then, but at her coffee. “I know you
don’t believe me, Katie,” I said. “But think about it, have I ever lied to you
before?”
“It’s not that I think you’re lying,” Katie said, still not looking at
me. “I just think that you might be doing a bit of embellishing. I mean, I understand it; you’re taking the ordinary
and turning it into the extraordinary, into something worth telling a story
about. That’s what a writer does, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what a writer
does,” I said. “But right now, I am honestly not embellishing anything.” I
raised my right hand. “I swear on our friendship, Katie,” I said, “I have been
having real adventures in a real land of elves.”
Katie gave me an icy look. “Why
would you swear anything on our
friendship, especially a story as crazy as that? Aidyn, I know I’ve heard some
pretty wild stories from you, but there’s a fine line between wild and outright
crazy, and that story rests firmly in
the latter category! I can believe wild, but I can’t believe crazy!”
“Fine, then don’t believe it!” I
said. “You asked what I’ve been up to, and I told you.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me the
truth,” she muttered the moment our food arrived. I shot her a glare, she
glared right back, we both thanked the waitress, and we ate silently. It was
the first time we ever sat down for a meal together without nearly choking to
death trying to talk and laugh with food in our mouths. The silence was
unnatural, and I knew that it was up to me to be the one to break it. Katie’s
stubbornness knew no bounds. “So,” I said after swallowing a bite of pancake,
“what have you been up to lately?”
Katie rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ve
been having the most wonderful adventures in Candy Land with my new pet
unicorn, Sprinkles!” she said. “The other day we played together in the
enchanted meadow while flower fairies danced all around us! It was just
something else, I tell you!”
I slammed my fork down. “That’s real
mature, Katie!”
“If you’re going to be immature,”
she said, “then so am I.”
“You asked me where I’ve been,” I
said, “and I told you…”
“…an absolutely ridiculous story
that, to any sane person, shows that you’ve got something to hide!” Katie
snapped. “Obviously you’ve got this whole secret life now that you have to
cover up with childish fairy tales, even to your best friend!”
“Katie,” I said, employing my stern
school principal expression, “if you’re going to talk to me like that, then
maybe we should just go back to being quiet.”
“You would say that after shutting
me and everybody else out for the entire summer!” Katie retorted. “Fine, we’ll
be quiet. You’ve been doing such a good job of it after all.”
I found it hard to swallow my anger
with my pancakes. I understood that she was hurt, and I still felt rotten for
ever making her feel that way, but did she really need to act like a bratty
child about it? Of course I couldn’t have expected her to believe me, but I
just assumed that the adult thing to do when you don’t believe someone is to
let the matter drop. Silly me for ever thinking that way, I suppose.
We finished our breakfast in our
first dismal silence. I was beginning to wish that I had just lied, made
something up on the spot that would be more believable than the truth. I was
beginning to understand the meaning of “truth is stranger than fiction,” and
now I knew that fiction would have been much more comfortable for Katie. But
I’m a bad enough liar as it is, and when it came to lying to a friend, I had no
ability. It went against my moral integrity. It was better to tell the unbelievable
truth and be accused of lying than to outright lie for real.
We were still quiet when the
waitress came around and the two of us paid our separate checks. I decided that
I would not attempt to be the bigger person this time; she could start speaking
to me again whenever she felt the need, but I wouldn’t help her along. As she
was gathering up her things and adjusting the red hipster beret on her head,
she finally said, “Aidyn, if you want me to be honest, we’ve all been very
worried about you. And now that you’ve told me that crazy story, I’m even more worried about you!”
“Well, there’s nothing to worry
about,” I said.
“Maybe I need to drop by and check
up on you more often,” she said, and her concern was genuine, which stung me. “If
you feel the need to do that,” I told her, “then go right ahead. Just be aware
that I’m not likely to be home when you do. And Katie…” I gripped her shoulder
tightly then, and I looked her right in the eyes. “…if I’m not home, then
please do not come looking for me. Please, for the love of god, do not come looking for me. You’re not
very likely to find me, and you’re extremely likely to get lost if you try. If
you must, wait at the house for me to come back. But do not come looking for
me! Do you understand me, Katie?”
She nodded and left it at that. But
looking back now, I wonder why in the world I had been stupid enough to say
something like that. The look on her face is going to haunt me for a good, long
while. After the disgraceful way that she treated me today, I could really do
without seeing Katie again. But somehow, I have a feeling that I’m going to be
forced to see a lot more of her. I
am going to go into the Greenwood now, to spend the rest of the day with Apple Blossom and try to
get my mind off of Katie.
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