Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Fairy Glasses

He stared at the glasses that lay bent on the desk, one arm reaching towards him despairingly. The other was folded across the two large lenses. His heart hammered against his chest as he tried to rub the memories out of his eyes. They wouldn't fade, the residual images of what he had seen persisted against his will. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't decided if he was utterly pleased and amused or completely disgusted by the visuals that had existed beyond the pair of lenses.

That fairy the night before had told him of the glamour, the curse that had been put on the glasses. But he didn't care, he was much more interested in the fact that a fairy, a real, live fairy with two fly wings on its back and a height of no more than six inches, had been standing on his bookshelf explaining to him the laws of magic and glamour. Glamour, he recalled, was a field of magic used primarily for illusions or misconception. A troll could use glamour to disguise himself as a human, for example.

He had not believed the fairy the night before, but now that he had experienced the effects of glamour first-hand he had no doubt that everything the fairy had said was true. Because of that truth he was reluctant to wear the glasses again, but already he could feel the queasiness that accompanied the motion sickness he experienced without them. He must have made a face, because the blurred figure of a girl appeared before him. He squinted, but could barely make out the concerned expression on her face.

"Isaac, do you feel alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Isaac replied as he placed the bridge of his glasses across his nose. A delighted smile spread across his face as her clothes vanished before his eyes.

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