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Translucent by Sid Arbaon
SUMMARY: For February FCC. A girl with a curse looks for the one person who can cure her.
"She just sits there all day, looking out that window." The maid whispered loudly.
"Poor girl; to be born with such a curse must be hard." The other hissed back consolingly.
"Indeed. You can just imagine the pain that she's going through." The first replied, the sadness in her voice bordering on forced.
"My body may be glass-like, but my hearing sure isn't." I snapped, turning to glare at the whispering maids. Realizing they were caught, the two nurses flushed red.
"Off with you!" I ordered them with a flick of my wrist. With a low bow, the two nurses left my room. I sighed, sitting in my chair, and stared woefully out my window. My skin flashed in the sunlight, looking almost transparent; not for the first time, I wished that I was. At least, people wouldn't look at me with such outlandish surprise. Being translucent, I was an oddity, stuck in the middle of transparency and opaqueness.
"The maids bothering you again?" A familiar voice at my door asked. I turned and saw Michaele, looking at me with a crooked, sad smile on his face. I nodded in agreement.
"It's nothing new. I can deal with it." I replied, forcing a smile to my face.
"Any news?" Michaele asked, stretching his long, thin body over my bed.
"No," I reported with a sigh. "Nothing at all."
"What about that one person who—
"It was a fake." I interrupted, not wanting to be reminded of the suffocating feeling of hope that had overwhelmed me when I first heard news of a person who might have been the savior from my curse. I locked myself in my room and cried for hours when I realized she was another fake. "I am really beginning to think that there is no bearer." I stated, glancing out the window again.
I glared down at the townspeople walking around, doing their business, looking normal. If I were to do that in my current state, I would never be able to do anything, due to immense crowds that would no doubt surround me to stare at my strange body.
"Have faith, Antoinette." Michaele said, sweet as always. "I'm sure you'll find it." I nodded, though I disagreed with Michaele's optimism. I was sure he was only saying that to make me feel better.
"Lady Antoinette?" A voice asked from my doorway. I looked away from the window to see one of my maids standing nervously, as if I would eat her.
"Yes, what is it?" I asked impatiently, wanting to continue wallowing in self-pity.
"Sir Connoir wishes for an audience." The maid replied, avoiding my eye-contact. I raised an eyebrow, looking to Michaele with bemusement and looked back to the maid. "Send him in," I ordered her. With a nod of her head, the maid left, and came back shortly with Sir Connoir.
"Lady Antoinette," he greeted with a low bow.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I snapped, "What do you want?"
With a smirk, Sir Connoir murmured, "Ill-tempered as always." I wanted to strangle the Sir, but knew better to. I heard Michaele release a small giggle at my angry face. But before I could respond, Sir Connoir continued speaking.
"We believe to have found the bearer." My heart skipped a beat, but my face remained impassive.