A dust fairy? I thought fairies had wings and wands and all that shii going on for them. "I am a dust fairy; we are usually from the fourth generation of maman fairies. We possess traits of fairies but not exactly. Um... I think you should just talk about the reason you've been creeping around because you obviously have a lot of fairy talk on your tongue. What do you want?! Your father. My father?? I threw my head back and delivered a hysterical laugh. You've been following me around in hopes of finding a dead man?? No! No, what?? I dared to ask the short thing; I suddenly had a flashback of the night Avila burst into my room while I was writing in my little journal. Come with me, she had said to me. I was long used to the lack of warmth in her voice. I had followed closely in the dark as we walked a mile before getting to our destined location where a bloody body lay. Avila had turned her face around, probably in pain or whatever. "He is gone!" she told me. At that moment, I felt a cold shiver pass through my body; maybe it was from the pains of how we had separated or how it looks right there. Deep down, I had hoped for closure someday, but Avila's words and the body on the floor said something else. I stood frozen as a lot of memories passed through my mind, yet I felt like it wasn't enough, and I wanted to know more, to see more, to ask more, and to understand more. I stood and listened to my heart and mind go completely silent and blank. Some people took him away as I released a loud shrill that escaped my lips; I quickly regained consciousness and refused to cry; I felt too emotionally bruised to be emotional that he left. I couldn't remember the sweetest family moment. I was always a lost child in her own home, constantly hiding... "What are you even saying?" I said as I blinked my eyes twice to fully concentrate on the present rather than my little flashback. He is a dead man, has been for the longest time. He is alive. You saved him. You killed Jake. Wait, my birth man is alive; I saved him and killed some dude. Who's Jake?? How did I save him?? Adinna couldn't pick the right time to call; my head was about to explode, and Adinna's calls have never been a good highlight of my day. I listened as he threw some childish tantrums about how incompetent I had been with bringing the seal to base and all that threat I was fucking used to. I felt like throwing a knife at his head if he was here for real. The more he threw his orders at me, the more annoyed I felt. When I was sure I had heard enough of it, I gave a simple okay and ended the call. Now who is Jake? I turned to ask the orf man...