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Pain. What is the real definition of the word?

How can it be
defined? Is everyones pain the same? Do we all have different levels?
Is pain only physical? Or is it something that can affect us emotionally
or mentally? Well, if you are asking me, which no one usually is, I
would say that pain is not only the physical, in which our muscles hurt
and our bones ache, it is also the feeling you get when youre
betrayed. Betrayal is the ultimate pain.
But is pain felt the same through out different species? I dont
just mean humans and animals. I mean the species that everyone
chooses to ignore, the ones that are perceived as only myths and
legends, the ones that are labeled as creatures or things. The ones
like me. I could never step into a normal school without someone
calling the cops and animal control. No, Im not furry or hairy, but I
dont look like everyone else. I have caramel skin, and silver eyes, and
long hair to match my irises. Technically I could lie and tell people that
I die my hair and wear colored contacts, but its a little harder to hide
pointed ears and wings. Unfortunately, my wings dont just disappear
like they seem to do in cartoons and stories. They are always there,
permanently attached to my back. And its both uncomfortable and
very obvious if I wear a shirt or jacket over them. So Im forced to wear
dancers shirts at all times. Making my abnormality a bit more obvious.
On the plus side, I live in a community where no one is normal,
which means everyone is exactly that. Normal. We are all similar in our

differences. Whether we are scaly or hairy or furry or any other


combination of strange traits, we are all the same because to others,
we are different. My best friend, for example, happens to be of the
scaly variety. She is a descendant of the species Draco, otherwise
known as dragons. No, she isnt a giant lizard with wings that walks
around our little piece of earth. She has a semi-human form. She is,
however, extremely tall, a little scaly on her face, hands, feet, and
breasts, and able to fly with the wings permanently attached to her
back as well.
If my best friend, Aine MacFadden, and I were to walk into a
normal or more specifically human school, we would not only be
ridiculed, but also feared. We possess abilities that the human race
only dreams of having, and using against their enemies. They want
abilities like ours to use as weapons. But what they dont understand is
that if they did have these abilities, they would only destroy
themselves.
I dont know about anyone else, but from what Ive seen, the
human race doesnt need any more help destroying themselves. They
seem to have that under control. The constant war over depleting
natural resources and ownership of property is how they are killing
themselves off. And what are the rest of us doing? Watching. Waiting
for our chance to reclaim what was ours in the first place. As a member
of le Clan de Fe, all I want, is for the humans to leave my home alone,

so that I may return to my birthplace. My name is Sandrine Bridgette


de Fleur, and I want to go home.
Le Clan de Fe is originally from Provence, France, hence the
name de Fleur meaning Flower. Provence is known for its amazing
lavender farms. And it was known for its large community of Fe or
Fairies. Now, I dont want you to think of fairies and immediately
picture the tiny, pretty creature like Tinker Bell that fly around and
sprinkle pixie dust on everything. We arent small. And we dont
sprinkle dust on anything. Im almost just like a regular person. Almost.
I can control the elements to a degree. And I can fly, obviously. The
wings should be a dead give away.
It was on a snow covered December day that I saw him. Id
never seen him before, and that sparked a strange feeling of terror in
my chest and deep and stomach. It was very rare for new people to
just happen upon our little town, and always feared if it happened to
be a human. He was tall, six feet at the least, and there was something
about his complexion, something that didnt quite belong with the
exquisite features of his face. His skin seemed gray from the distance
between us. As I sat under the life tree, my red knitted scarf wrapped
around my neck and my fingers pressed firmly against the paper cup
full of rich hot chocolate, I saw him glance back at me. Maybe he had
felt me openly gawking at him, or maybe he had noticed me too on his
way into the small caf across from the main garden in the middle of

the town square, but it was at that moment that I realized two things: I
would do whatever it took to find out more about this mysterious man,
and something strange would unfold soon in our different little town,
something that not everyone would be able to handle.
Sandrine! Sandrine! Aine calls as she walks across the garden
toward me. She smiles happily as she plays in the snow, wearing only a
t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and green snake skin flats. Ive never
understood her fashion obsession with scales, seeing as though she
has some of her own.
Are you not cold? I ask with a curiously raised silver eyebrow.
She just laughs at me and dramatically flips her long red hair over her
shoulder.
Of course not. Ive got enough fire in these lungs to burn down
the entire city, let alone keep me warm. What are you doing anyway?
she asks as she plops down next to me. Before I can answer, she grabs
my cup of now cold chocolate and hands it back to me, steaming yet
again.
Thanks. I was just enjoying the snow, until I noticed the new guy
go into the caf, I reply.
New guy? What does he look like? Why is he here? she asks in
a tone that suggests she very interested and a little frightened but
trying to hide it. It was completely understandable. We cant risk
suspicious people wandering around and seeing something unusual.

I dont know. I just saw him go in before you walked up. But I
dont think we have to worry just yet. He doesnt seem human. He
looked gray from this distance. His complexion was all wrong for a
human. She looks at me skeptically before turning to look at the front
of the caf as the doors open. The man steps out, holding a travel mug
full of an unknown steaming liquid. I wouldnt have been able to
identify it from my distance, because every species has very specific
dietary needs.
Hes cute. He seems like he could be our age, Aine says as we
watch him walk toward a bench and sit there quietly. He sips his drink
and sits back, looking around the town square with a look of appraisal.
You should go talk to him then, I reply.
No you saw him first, so you have dibs.
We arent five anymore Aine. Is calling dibs really necessary?
When it comes to tall, mysterious, and handsome men? Yes.
Now go talk to him before I do, she says as she shoves me, forgetting
that we are both sitting and ultimately just pushing me over.
Alright, alright. Ill go. But I never called dibs. I push myself to
my feet and wipe the snow from the butt of my jeans. Holding the
steaming cup of hot chocolate, I cautiously make my way over to the
bench where he sits, but before I make it there, another boy joins him.
I stop in my tracks, not daring to make another move. This
second boy seems like he could be human. He has no extraordinary

features and he looked pretty human to me. I turn back to look at my


friend who automatically stands and comes toward me, grabbing my
arm and nearly dragging me behind her while she runs. We pass the
two new boys, catching their attention as we speed toward Aines
house in the Irish district of town where there are green hills and quite
a lot of plaid.
He looked more like a human than anyone Ive ever seen! He
looked exactly like the pictures weve seen in school. This cant end
well. We need to talk to the council immediately, I nod my agreement,
noticing in the back of my mind the differences in our accents. Weve
all grown up in this town, gone to school together, yet we all sound
entirely different. The Americans can barely understand us, and we
them. Our accents are thick, and our cultures strong. But when it
comes to the protection of our town, we take the matter very seriously

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