Samiera was a faerie. I was, actually, rather friendly with her. She lived in the woods of the same small town that the family lived in. Her family and friends had cast her out because the Faerra had proclaimed her evil. It was a well-known fact that she wanted revenge upon them for this. It is a lonely life, being an Aikrn faerie. The Faerra had taken her power of miaer, that is, hypnosis.
Her meka Sakria had tried desperately to save her. “Marrie, please! Samiera has done no wrong. That Faerra has made a mistake, else they’re just plain dreos. Sasierra is no more evil than you or I. And if the Faerra really think that she is, they’re no better than the common dreo.”
Her Marrie replied sharply, “Watch your tongue! The Faerra are never wrong. They are much more powerful than any other faerie. If you are heard speaking that way about them amongst the faeries, you will be case out alongside her. Is that what you want? Our kind looks up to them.”
And so, Samiera’s Marrie and Darrie agreed with the Faerra. Sakria knew her meka was not evil. They were close in age, and had grown up together.
According to folklore, Sakria died shortly after Sasierra’s Aikrn ceremony. They say she died of a broken heart because she was unable to save her older meka.
And so Samiera lived her difficult life that had been thrust upon her. She missed her frea dearly; her Marrie’s gentle voice, her Darrie’s strong hands, and above all, her meka’s happy spirit. All this had been ripped away from her by the Faerra.
The Faerra.
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