The Girl with Violet Eyes

A cheery introduction to the Wish Taker's world, where you get to see a typical day in the Wish Taker's life. She's such a wonderful person, really, helping people like she does.

‘Thou art the unanswered question;
Couldst see thy proper eyes,
Alway it asketh, asketh;
And each answer is a lie’
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The Sphinx”

 

“Are you sure this will work?” Dakota asked quietly. “This place gives me the creeps,”
    Anna shrugged. “I dunno. I only heard about it from a friend of mine, Rachel, remember her?”
    “Rachel?” Dakota asked. “The one that soon went loony?”
    Anna grit her teeth. “Look, it's the only chance we have, all right. If this doesn’t work then we’re royally screwed, key? I miss Mom and Dad...”
    Dakota squeezed her hand. “Me too...”
    The twins stood outside the entrance of the building. It was small, and tucked deep within the alleyway, and seemed to be apart of one of the hotels. A single window could have given them a glimpse inside, but instead it was concealed by dark violet curtains. A single sign hung over the black door. ‘Wish Taker’ was written in yellow loopy letters on a dark piece of wood, and was surrounded by little white stars.
    “Are you positive?” Dakota pleaded again.
    Anna nodded. “Yeah... This is all we can do left,” And Anna bravely pushed the door opened, and lead her brother inside.
    The room was dark, lit by half-melted candles of varying hues. Some of the candles burned white, others burned violet, and even others merely burned black. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of sugar and vanilla, and the air somehow tasted of honey. It was almost comforting, and strange. The room was littered with strange trinkets and objects, a crystal ball here and there, and some skulls. Dakota wasn’t sure if these were real or not. Strings of beads and cloth were draped everywhere, and there were constant statues of animals, mostly dogs and cats. The walls were a dull gold color, contrasting with the violet coach and curtains. In the corner there was a pile of twelve logs, but there wasn’t a fireplace in sight.
    There was a table at the center of the room, cluttered with more strange artifacts that looked foreign and ancient to Dakota. Sitting at this table was a strange woman, playing with what appeared to be bones.
    Her features looked young and youthful, probably no older than he was. Her hair was long, smooth, and a few pieces curled slightly; her bangs were parted to the left, so they shadowed over half of her face and thick stripes of dark violet were dyed into her otherwise white hair. Her skin was a soft looking skin was like porcelain. Despite her exotic and odd surroundings, she was dressed rather modern, with a black button-up shirt over a dark purple tank-top, and black denim jeans. Her Converse shoes looked new, the rubber still looking rather white.
    “May I help you?” She drawled, her voice had a rougher quality to it, like she had seen the world and knew how it worked. She pushed the bones to the side a little, turning her full attention to them. She looked at them with harsh, violet eyes, ones that didn’t belong to a child, or any human being for that matter. Maybe the rumors about the place were true...
    “Yes... We’re looking for Fayette... The Wish Taker?” Anna spoke up quietly.
    The girl smiled, “That would be me, take a seat,” she offered the two other chairs to them, her violet eyes never leaving them. “What would the two of you want of my services?”
    Anna and Dakota hesitantly took a seat. “We heard that you were... A Fearie,” Anna said. “And that you could grant wishes. Please, we need your help. Our mom just died, and... Our Dad disappeared... We want our family back...”
    Fayette listened intently. Her eyes darted to the side for a moment as if thinking then went back to Anna and Dakota. “You did hear right. I am a Faerie, and I can grant wishes. But my services come for a price. Did you hear what my prices are?”
    Anna swallowed, and Dakota shook his head.
    “You want... Our greatest treasure,” Anna murmured lowly.
    Fayette smirked. “My my, word is getting around isn’t it. You’re right, my price is, and will always be, your greatest value,”
    Dakota paled.
    “Of course, I’m willing to part with it!” Anna stated.
    “I haven’t even said what your fee is though,” Fayette said casually as she leaned back against her chair.
    “I don’t care, I’ll pay it!” She stated. “I want my family back...” Her eyes started welling up, like she was about to cry. It tore Dakota’s heart up.
    Fayette’s eyes stared at Dakota curiously, her gaze lingering on him like he was some sort of puzzle. Dakota gently nodded. “Okay,”
    The Faerie stood up, and she took a pot from a desk along the walls, labeled ‘Nightshade’ in large, swoopy letters. She pulled the lid open, and removed a small pinch of black dust.         
“Now listen, once the deed is done, I cannot undo it. Are you absolutely positive that you are willing to part with your most treasured to be with your parents?” She said, focused solely on Anna.
    Anna nodded her head vigorously.
    “And you, Dakota,” his eyes widened when she said his name. “Are you willing to live with the consequences?”
    Slowly, Dakota nodded, and he gently closed his eyes.
     Fayette smiled gently, and walked back over to the twins. “Then sleep now. When you wake up, your wish will come true,”
    She blew on the dust, and it flew all around them. The twins fell asleep, and the last thing Dakota saw were Fayette’s violet eyes.

    Anna awoke in her bed, in her room back at home. She sat up, looking around in wonder. What happened? How did she get here?
    Suddenly she remembered what happened, with her and Dakota and the Wish Taker. She quickly ran out into the hall, and down into the kitchen. Her mom was making breakfast, while her dad was reading the newspaper.
    “Mom! Dad!” She ran over to her mom, and embraced her tightly.
    “Hey sweetie, good morning,” she laughed. “Ready for some pancakes?”
    Anna ran and hugged her father, never feeling so overjoyed to see them. But, it was then she noticed something was missing.
    “Where’s Dakota?” She said, looking around.
    Her father gave her a quizzical look. “Dakota who?”
    “You know, my twin brother?”
    “Twin brother? Are you okay sweetie?” Her mother said, looking back at her as she flipped over a pancake.
    “Yeah really. You’re the only kid we have,” her father said.
    Anna’s face paled.
    She suddenly knew what her price was.

    
    Fayette kicked the woodpile back into its corner, now down to only ten logs.
    “Honestly, you couldn’t have been nice and gave her her brother too? I’ve noticed a trend in children being sent to the Bright Courts,” Kellen said dully from the sofa.
    “That's because the Bright King has been wanting more around the court, Dearka likes to have children running around, makes him feel a fatherly I suppose,” Fayette replied. “That and he knew the price. Anna’s greatest treasure was her brother, her last remaining family; and Dakota’s greatest treasure was Anna’s happiness. He gave himself up so Anna could be happy,” she sighed, walking over and sitting herself down at the edge of the sofa Kellen was sitting on.
    The Fearie boy would have been a delight to any human girl’s eyes, more handsome then any Hollywood superstar, and had the chivalry of a true gentleman when it pleased him. But, a Faerie was a Faerie, and to Fayette he was simply the ambassador of the Dark Court.
    His hair was black and worn shaggy, yet stylish. Dark green eyes looked at Fayette with the slight amusement, like he was internally laughing at something, like a personal joke. This didn’t bother her much, considering what Kellen does was of little concern to her. He wore kohl around his eyes, and looked like he came from an exotic location with his milk-chocolate brown skin. He lounged in the dark sofa with a languid grace found only among the Fey, his movements effortless as he sat up, and started twirl with the curls of Fayette’s ponytail. “Lord Lucius says that he’d like to see you about something later on, and he sends his love,”
    “Not surprised. Even kings need my help,” she replied lazily.
    “That's what you get for being of the Solitary Fey,” he purred.
    “Perhaps I should start charging them too,” she mused, “See what they’re willing to give up for my services,”
    “I wouldn’t if you wanted to live, especially in the Dark Court; you know Lord Lucius doesn’t like to play games,”
    “It's not a game, a simple bargain is all. Give up what you value most and I’ll help you,”
    “Help him like you helped those twins? You gave one child mere puppets as her parents and you sent the other one to eternal torment in the Bright Court,”
    “Better the bright court then your court. I’ve seen what you’ve done to children there,” she shoved him off and stood up, flicking her hair from her eyes.
    “You make it seem like you’re not one of us,” he smiled “Word has it that a certain Faerie seems to enjoy tormenting others by having their dreams dance before them, but so far out of their reach,” he replied huskily. “If that doesn’t sound like Dark Court material then I don’t know what does,”
    Her purple eyes looked back at him. “My price is what it is. Think of it as a filter system, I’m not here to help people with petty problems like a get rich quick scheme,”
    “Speaking of which, why are you here anyway? With powers like yours, you’re easily Queen Mab material,”
    At that, she snorted. “I have no interest in Court life. Tried it for ten years, and got sick of it real quick. I prefer to be of the Solitary, thanks,”
    “Ah, but the Winter Solstice is coming, and you know King Lucius will be looking forward to your offering,”
    Fayette simply shrugged. “I already have a gift for him,”
    “Really? What is it?”
    At that, Fayette smiled wickedly. “It shows people their greatest treasure,” she wandered over to a dresser, sliding open drawers, until she found what she was looking for. “I’ve got plenty more; you can have this one,”
    She handed Kellen a copper hand mirror. He looked at her skeptically. “This shows me my greatest treasure?”
    She merely nodded. “Yep,”
    He flipped it over, and was staring at his own reflection. He made a face and chucked the mirror at her; she merely caught it and snickered slightly. “Do you think he’ll like it?” She asked him as she tucked the mirror into the drawer again.
    “I wouldn’t give that to him, you’ll end up losing that pretty head of yours,”
    She didn’t seem threatened.
   
 

Author's Note

Mm, not much to say really.