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Just because it's cool:



What type of Fae are you?


(( For the previous part, and the story archives please go check out my journal under the entry marked "The Girl ((Profile Story Archives))".

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And check back every other week or so for a new update in the on going story of The Girl.))

PART TWO:

He ushered her through a door into a foyer. He smiled a kind smile, this ancient man with the colour-shifting robes.

"You seek your name?" He asked with that same smile in that same, gentle but knowing voice.

"I guess I do."

"Mmm, you seek many things then, I see."

"I guess."

He smiled again and held out his hand toward the doors at the front of the foyer. They were possibly even more ancient then he. They were large and heavy-looking and made of some dark hard wood that emanated a smell of forest. "Your answers may lie beyond those doors. If you do not find what you seek I will be here waiting to help you find the doors beyond which your answers do lie. All you must do if you do not find your answers is find your way back here." With that he turned and left her to her thoughts in the foyer. The girl ran her fingers through her loose green hair and sighed in frustration.

"Fine," She said to herself, "If my name is beyond these doors... then I am going to find it." She screwed up her courage and pulled on the large iron ring-handle of the door and slowly the door creaked open. She stepped through the door into the white light that emanated from beyond and the door slammed shut behind her and disappeared. When she turned around to see where she was she found herself standing alone on a dock.

"Well?" The old crone in the rickety boat with the bamboo coverings and jingling tiny bells croaked. She had long spindly white hair that flew off in all directions much like the ancient man from the halls, only longer and more coarse. She smiled a toothless smile and held out her hand. "Come on then! I haven't got all day! Are you gettin' in or ain't ya?"

The girl with the green hair hesitated. She looked around. Behind her was lush green feilds. "You'll find nothing that way for miles. If you want civilization it's the way I'm going." She looked out the way the old crone's boat was pointed. All she could see was a murky water that lead through a swamp.

"And where are you headed?" The girl with the green hair asked.

"To Caliper City, in the marshes." She smiled her toothless smile again. The girl hesitated again. "Alright then. Have it your way, but you ain't got no food and the walk in the fields to the next town is days. Good luck then." The crone said lifting her rope off the dock post so she could set off into the swamp.

"Wait!" The girl stepped forward toward the crone's boat. "Okay, I'll come with you. What sort of place is Caliper City?"

"It's a wonderous place, if you know where to look, and a death trap if you don't. But stick by me and you'll be fine sweetie. Right as rain." The crone smiled again as the girl with the green hair climbed into her rickety old boat, handed her and oar, and they set off to Caliper City.