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Maverick seen things, he had always seen things. Ever since he was younger Maverick had seen things no one else could see. It started when he was born. His mother would lay him in his crib for the night, and a dark shadowy figure would always stand over his crip, and try to crease his cheek. He saw that shadowy figure every day, it continued to follow him even until adult hood. At first he thought it was an imaginary Friend, until he began to see little gnomes, fairies, and little people who lived in his walls. He thought these things were apart of his imagination, like they were his imaginary friends. But if they were in his imagination he wouldn't be able to touch them, or them touch him. He was put into thearpy multiple times because his family thought he was going insane, due to his selective mutisium, the thearipist assumed it was a psychotic break in his mental state due to a heavy amount of trama. Which Maverick could never figure out, the only traumatic thing he could think of, was Being in a car accident that killed his parents. They put him on medication to try and help these illustrations, but all it did was make Maverick more and more closed off. He ended up flushing the pills and no longer speaking or drawing about the creatures he was seeing, he would pretend he didn't see them, he had tried to keep up the act that he wasn't seeing anything from middle school till the day he graduated. The bullying and medication had suddenly stopped when people noticed he no longer spoke about, people started to treat him as if he was normal, which caused him to want to be alone even more. It was just him, in the shadows of others, where he spent most of his time writing his anonymous blogs, about the supernatural, magical beings. As soon as he graduated he bought a cottage in the woods, away from the family home, away from people who disrespected him, a place he could be himself. His family assumed he had a secret job, to be able to pay for the cottage, b

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ut they were happy that he was able to live alone, and have a happy success life. But they noticed when he moved out all the little strange things that would happen around the house would stop, causing them to think Maverick did them to try and make them believe him. Maverick was happy, happy to finally feel free. In his little home he had a place to just be himself, and the creatures who have been in his life from the beginning followed him, he was so happy. The little people who lives in the walls, had their own doll house he got for them to live in, the shadowy creature had the entire attic space for themselves. The gnomes had the entire forest behind the cottage. As soon as Maverick moved in he installed a doggy door, giving all the creatures easy access into the cottage. He was happy. When Maverick woke up this mornings, he didn't expect that a new being would be in his home. The small people he now knows as barrowers were on his pillow trying to wake him up, to warn him that something was there. He frowned , as he very carefully getting up, making sure the borrowers were okay. One of the borrowers quickly climbed his pajamas arm sleeve to sit on his shoulder. She held on tight saying. "You should go see, they are in your kitchen eating all the food!" Maverick frowned. He nodded softly "hold on." He whispered as he got up, carefully putting his slippers on as he walked to the kitchen, to inspect who this new creature was.

Dark fantasy mixed with slice of life Tw: thearpy,supernatural being, self doubt , bullies

Growing up was quite literally magical. There was always something going on, not a single day bland. For one, Cyfrin wasn't human and neither were his family and friends. They were all fairies living deep within the forest next to the humans. They'd been living there long before the humans arrived, but with the appearance of man all magical creatures had to tuck themselves behind the shadows. A sad fate but one in which they could survive. It's that very fate that made Cyfrin squirm. He didn't want to live his life hiding. There was more to this world than what was in his colony. It was this adventurous trait that lead to his most regretful mistake. Usually Cyfrin would keep to the shadows of the forest, sticking with the deer and bunnies as an extra set of eyes and ears. Usually they'd run away before a human could even spot them and it always worked, but this time Cyfrin was alone. The colony had rules to keep them safe, and Cyfrin's exploring already had him on a thin line. No one was supposed to venture far outside the colony, much less to get so close to humans. Yet here he was, curiously watching the humans race by on bicycles or there precious automobiles. Seeing them so frantic and bewildered excited him. What worried them so much that they had to be in such a hurry? In the colony everything was easy going and peaceful, Cyfrin had never known a stress besides that of an injured critter or forgetting to do the day's chores, but on that day he definitely learned. The day began to set and the dazzling splash of colors painted the sky. The colors danced as the moon and her stars pushed through. Cyfrin, lost in nature's beauty, didn't hear the approaching steps until it was too late. He froze and stared up at the hymn with wide eyes. By the time he tried to scramble up to his feet and hide his wings it was too late. The human started screaming and tried to tackle him but Cyfrin ran back to the colony for help. That was his mistake. Upon his arrival and hi

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s cry for help, the colony panicked and there wasn't enough time to get everyone to the safety of the emergency bunker. Many perished that night; all their food and their homes had been destroyed. Those that had swiftly hidden away couldn't cry or bury their loved ones, nor could they leave. The humans stuck around for weeks after the colony's devastating lost and Cyfrin watched it all. He knew he could never return. The worst had been done and nothing he could do would be enough for forgiveness. So he flew to the other side of the forest where they'd never been before. Here he found a cottage, a homey looking place, and he saw magical creatures like him surrounding it. He fell to his knees and let his emotions course through him. His body shook violently as he recalled the massacre of his family and friends. It was all his fault and he couldn't do anything to save them. After a while of grieving, he forced himself to stagger towards the cottage. Starvation was coming closer and closer as he hadn't eaten in weeks. All of their food had been burned and destroyed and the forest wasn't safe enough to scavenge but this was an obvious opportunity.

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Cyfrin gently pressed his fingertips against the door and to his surprise, it opened. Cocking his head at it, he quietly walked in. The aroma inside was warm and comforting, it was something soothing about it that made him feel at ease but the growling from his stomach urged him to find food. So he continued his snooping until he found the kitchen. His eyes instantly lit up and he started to devour the jams and berries, the loads of bread and sweet nuts. Tears brimmed his eyes as he gorged on the spread he'd found. All he wanted after he was done was to find a cool river to wash the ash and sweat from his body and comfy foliage to sleep in. The guilt ate away at him for thinking of such selfish things but he couldn't help it. Although he'd brought so much disaster to his home he couldn't help but feel so grateful for the food he was stealing or for the river he could hear nearby. Perhaps he'd found a safe haven.

Maverick slowly walked down the stairs, being as quiet as he could. The shadow floated behind him, carefully making sure the young man was safe, while they moved towards the unknown creature. Maverick couldn't help but feel a sense of fear as they moved closer. As Maverick slowly peeked his head around the corner, scanning the kitchen trying to figure out what creature the others had told him was in their home. His eyes slowly landed on the fairy infront of the fridge. He was shocked. He watched as the other ate the Jams and berries, amazed and shocked that another mythical creature had appeared in his home. He should be use to this by now, a new magical creature would show up and leave almost every day since he was born. So he should be use to waking up to a Stanger appearing in his home. He looked at the shadow with a small nod slolwy walked into the kitchen. He stayed by the door and gentle knocked on the door frame, trying to get the attention. The shadow slowly spoke "can we help you?"

Too busy gorging on the food in front of him, Cyfrin jumped in surprise at the sound of another voice. Although he tried to gather his bearings and prepare himself to flee, he instead flailed to the ground and struggled to breathe. The crippling fear that strangulated his chest only grew once he realized who the voice was coming from. His heart sank and he crawled backwards in an attempt to put some distance between himself and the human. What could a human like him possibly be doing so deep in the woods? It could only mean something evil but it was odd... Despite the human he sensed quite a bit of magic. Cyfrin could only imagine the tied up creatures in the basement or maybe beings tied up and forced to do this human's bidding. What would be his fate now? He'd been caught stealing and perhaps it meant the end for him. "N-no," Finally, he stood up but he quaked in place. His fingers visibly shook and his face went white with fear. "Sorry I didn't know- I wasn't trying to- I'll leave," Cyfrin looked wildly around the room for an exit and once he saw it, he bolted. Had he not been tired and weathered by the weeks of guilt and starvation perhaps he would've been able to successfully get away. Unfortunately he didn't. With a body too weak to fly or run for very long he collapsed on the grass outside. With the little strength he had, Cyfrin tried to crawl across the field into the forest. The colony was right; safety meant hiding in the shadows even if it meant throwing life's possibilities away. He could've been living his routine life, tending to the gardens and soaring around the canopy with his friends had he not been so curious. Now here he was, stuck to the ground with a human on his heels. At this point he burst out sobbing, accepting his measly fate. He shut his eyes and dug his face into his forearms with his fingers tangled in his hair. This is what he deserved, it was his punishment. So he wasn't going to run from it. Cyfrin sat there, waiting for

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a bludgeon to the head or a kick to the gut. Whatever it was, he was ready.

Maverick watched the other for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. He should be use to this, when mythical creates come into the cottage were usually scared, but the other seemed to have an intense fear. Some of the other creatures had began cleaning up the mess and getting their breakfast ready, telling Maverick to go and check on the new arrival. He nodded softly, letting his worry cause him to follow he was worried seeing how the other acted, he wanted to make sure he was okay. Together he and the shadow walked outside to the garden, he gasped thinking the other was hurt. He rushed over as the shadow said softly "are you alright? Your not hurt are you? Maverick is excellent when it comes to first aid.' Maverick carefullt lowered himself next to the other, watching him with worry, trying not seem intimidating or scarry, he just wanted to make sure the other was safe.

Cyfrin was ready for death, no matter what form it took but what he wasn't ready for was the gentle voice that asked for his well-being. Confused, he opened his eyes and peeked through his quivering hands. He saw the Shadow and although he wasn't familiar with other magical beings he could tell by its essence that it wasn't something innately evil. "I-I don't know," He tried to stifle his sobs but miserably failed. With the human coming up to him Cyfrin shook his head and stumbled up onto his feet. "Wait, I'll leave. I'm sorry," Too afraid to take a proper look around he failed to realize all of the curious eyes on him. The curious eyes that belonged to several different magical beings that he would normally feel safe around. But he couldn't see them and he could only see the two in front of him with his judgement clouded by fear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. They weren't supposed to find us," Through his cries he took a few staggering steps back as he confessed his guilt. "I should've stayed at home I didn't think they would follow me back home.. It's all my fault i'm so sorry," The crying turned inconsolable and he finally let all the built up anguish and despair out. Feeling everything all at once again made his body shake and he struggled to keep his stance. Without being able to flee he was physically forced to face his fears: the humans and his mistake.

The shadow made himself grow and wrap around Cyfrin, keeping him out of the eyes of Maverick. He growled at Maverick saying "go inside boy, you are causing fear I will retrieve you later." He said keeping the other safe. Maverick had froze at the sudden tone the shadow had taken with him. He shrank into himself as he nodded gently standing up and going inside, he hadn't ever had that tone used on him before, but he trusted the shadow if he used it it was for a reason. So he went back upstairs to his room and waited for the shadow to come back him. The shadow slowly moved away from the other, shrinking to he looked smaller and more safer "I apologize for my human, he gets courious amd tends to frighten others without meaning too." He said with a hum. "You are welcomed to come back in and eat, I will keep him in his room so you have some privacy."

The sudden sensation of being engulfed made him choke on his sobs. Cyfrin didn't see anything anymore and he wondered if he'd been killed, but he still heard the same voice so he wasn't so sure. As the sound of retreating steps grew lighter he gained his vision back, along with a sliver of awareness. In looking around for the human he caught the eyes of the other creatures around him. The voice of logic told him that if it was really dangerous here, these creatures wouldn't be here but his fear still made him wary. "Your... your human? You keep them?" Cyfrin's fears churned into anger and he shook his head, glaring at the ground with uneven breaths. "What if it's friends come looking for it? Or it gets out of control and kills everyone here?" He bit his lip and took a few more steps back. "What is this place?" Finally taking the time to take a proper look around he noticed the cozy looking cottage and the abundance of mystical beings either ogling at him or going about their business. At this Cyfrin felt a little more reassured but his mind still continued to race. Everything was just too overwhelming. (edited)

The shadow nodded "yes, my human. I claimed him when he was born, he was so fragile to the world, only one in centuries that can see all of us. He has a sister but she has moved to a diffrent land and will only call. He has no friends here, we are his friends and family." He explained slowly morphing into a shadowy figure. "He doesn't have an evil bone in his body, when he does become angry he simply cries, and says apologize, in fear he made everyone around him upset. I will not allow him to become out of control." He said calmly looking to the other with a soft hum, he slowly sat on the frowned. "This is Mavericks cottage in the woods, a safe haven for mythical creatures to come and go as they please. His only request is write a list of things you like to eat and do. He makes sure everyone is well cared for and everyone is loved." "I have asked Maverick to stay in his room, he will not come out so you are safe." He promised

Biting his lower lip, Cyfrin took a few shaky breaths trying to calm himself down before stumbling up on to his feet. He didn't bother dusting off his lower back, instead he continued to chew on his lip whilst he thought about what to do. Sure, they meant him no harm for now but his colony was secluded away from the other magical creatures so he didn't know how trusting he could be of others like him. He felt too frazzled to think and that feeling alone made him want to slink away from whatever club this was. A human surrounded by magic? What good could that be? "What's in it for him? Why does he do this?" He knew how cynical he sounded but how could he not wonder? Did the human secretly sell the creatures out to hunters? Did he secretly experiment on them? How could he know anything for sure especially when the mere sigh of him made humans tear his home apart. "H-how can you say that this is a safe haven but then say that I'm safe because the human is in his room. You're insinuating that I wouldn't be if he was out here," Cyfrin shook his head, obviously disturbed. "I can't do this," He whispered to himself as he started to back away before turning around and running. Unfortunately for him all the running away he'd done previously had brought him closer to the forest and with his second attempt at running away he ran straight into a low-hanging branch. It completely winded him, knocking him out. So there he laid on the grassy earth, finally getting some rest even though he would wake up with a killer headache.

The shadow watched him. "Maverick does this because he knows the feeling of not being safe, and not sure of themselves. He wants this place to be a haven for all those who are scared and need a new start. He doesn't gain anything, he made this place so he can also feel as if he has those to trust him" He said softly :I said you are safe, because he is inside. Because you looked frightened by his presence. " He raised an eye row watching him run, he hummed and followed him far behind so he wouldn't feel crowded . He wad confused why he ran. Maverick stayed inside and cleaned. Trying to quickly get it finished, before the other creatures arrived

cg: It didn't take long for Cyfrin to come to. Truthfully it was the most rest he'd gotten in the last few days so despite the nasty pounding on his head he felt rather refreshed. Sitting up, he groaned while gingerly touching the bump on his head. Forgetting the feeling of fear for a moment with the sight of creatures like him all around helped him calm down. Though once he caught eye of the house he remembered about the human. Sucking in a quick breath, Cyfrin wobbly stood up and looked to the creatures around him. How sure could he be that they weren't being kept here against their will? But they did seem particularly happy regardless... What if he could have a share of that? There was a chance that the human was truly good; pure of heart like in fairytales. If it was all an illusion to trick him into a false sense of security he knew to run away and he'd never stumble upon the place again. So he gave in. "Okay... I'll trust your human," He faced the shadow and offered a weary smile. There were so many thoughts running through his head that it made his body shake and made his legs feel like jelly. Nonetheless he approached the house, occasionally tripping over himself. He could practically hear his heart drumming away inside his ears but with a quick shake of his head he placed a hand on the door knob and let himself inside.

Shadow hummed softly. "Maverick is in the livingroom on the sofa, if you want him to bother you, let me know I will keep him there." He spoke calmly, following Cyfrin into the house. "He is working on his blog, so he will have his headphones in, careful he gets anxious easily when spooked." Shadow spoke softly as he gave a slight hum. "If you'd like somewhere to sleep, or rest i can bring you to the guest room, or a little fairy cottage he has set up in the garden, we have another fairy who tends to visit, her name is Avery, she sleeps in the cottage. " He explained vanishing into the house. The kitchen was all cleaned up, and a tray of diffrent breakfast items was on the counter. A whole board against the wall read 'Goodmorning friends, I will be in the living room writing, I will finish before lunch. Help yourselves to everything, and I make lunch normal time, about noon.' It was written in multiple languages, as well as English and an ancient language not many knew. Maverick was sat on the sofa trying to write, he had a look of frustration on his face, as he typed away. There was a small borrower happily sitting ontop of hus head watching the man type, and a small dragon, happily laying around his neck, enjoying the comfortable spot for a nap. Everyone seemed at peace and happy. Shadow hummed softly Turing to Cyfrin "you are more then welcomed to explore the house. Just becareful of the uniform, she likes to come into the house, but has no control of where her horn hits?" He explained softly