1. Unwise

“Aurora, are ya’ eva’ goin’ to throw back the ball?” a soft distant voice called from a few feet away.  As Aurora sat up from lying in the cool wheat, her intertwined, thick, brown hair blew in the passing breeze. Her old linen dress and shift, now crumpled and muddy, stuck to her slender ivory hips, but her green eyes paid little attention as they wandered from cloud to cloud, finding peace in the silent sky.

 Bree, who stood waiting impatiently for her to throw the ball back, seemed to realize Aurora was daydreaming again. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. Bree ran her fingers through her auburn hair and her glistening wings gently fluttered from the touch of her hair. She then fixed her gaze so that her eyes weren’t on Aurora, but now on the open sky above. A warm day in spring, where silence seemed to be rare because of the commotion the sun brought out. The warm breeze carried Bree’s blue dress with it, and wrapped lightly at her side and slender figure. Her light skin tingled with every passing wave of heat against it. As the wind blew gingerly past her, her hair danced just below her silver eyes. Silver eyes weren’t impossible to come upon, especially since the hospital had become a cloning facility and begun churning out fairies, elves and all sorts of weird beings. As the warm breeze continued to pass, Aurora reached down to take off her gray stockings and let the wind carry them away. A beautiful day it was, and finally after reminiscing in the spring beauty, it was as if Aurora had finally read Bree’s mind.

“Your motha’ is not goin’ to be happy ya’ lost those.” Bree warned.

Aurora rolled her eyes. She turned her back towards Bree and looked down at the ball of yarn her head had been resting on.

“What day is it?” Aurora asked oddly.

Bree made an exaggerated gasp. “Just so ya’ know I will tell you what month and day it is, ya’ have only asked me ten times. It is March sixth. Today is Saturday.” She yelled. Bree was always paranoid, even when it came to the smallest of all things. It was as if Bree was Aurora’s second mom, rather than her friend. She was always warning Aurora of every danger even though she knew Aurora would eventually attempt it when she wasn’t in sight, and not just to anger her, but because Aurora thrived for danger. It exhilarated her. Any adventure lurking, she’d find. But most of all, ever since the cities top doctors discovered how to clone and recreate DNA, Aurora’s adventures had only just begun to take on a new, darker meaning.