Here is a story of unexpected love; of sacrifice and friendship and faith. It’s a tale that starts on a late summer evening in a land of fairies and spells, with two children, Diamond and Damion.
Mommy, I’m hungry, seven-year old Diamond whined. She pulled at her mother’s skirt, where her new little sister lay cradled on her mother’s lap.
Di, you just ate a couple of hours ago, its Daisy’s turn. Her mom continued to feed the baby, who drank from her bottle indulgently. If you’re still hungry, there are cookies on the table. Go with Dami and get some.
Di turned from her mother and went to sit with Damion on the old stone steps of her house. They were all there: Her mother, her father, and Damion’s parents, all there to see it. Daisy was by far the worst thing that ever happened to Diamond. Worse than the time she twisted her ankle by falling from a tree and having to limp a mile to get home to her mom. Even worse than the time she and Damion got lost from their parents at the market. No, Daisy was worse because Daisy stole her parents, and wouldn’t even share.
Aren’t you going to go get those cookies Di? Damion asked her. Dami was Diamond’s best friend. They had known each other since they were born and did almost everything together. They were the same age, their birthday’s only weeks apart, and almost opposites, yet so much alike. Their mothers were also best friends so they saw each other often. Diamond was beginning to see that Dami was the only person left that still liked her better than Daisy.
I’m not hungry, she mumbled. She was twisting her thick curly dark brown hair around her index finger: a habit that showed her anxiety.
But you just said you were!
Yeah, Diamond said, hugging her knees, I know.
Dami shrugged and went to grab some himself. Ever since Daisy was born, his friend had begun acting so strange, it was very unlike Di. She was usually carefree. He offered Di a cookie and she took it. As she swallowed the first bite, an idea seemed to come to her. She got up and went again to her mother. I don’t like them, mommy.
What do you mean? Shouted Dami, They’re great! Diamond glared at him and held up a small round fist.
Di is just being difficult, Dami, Di’s mother remarked, if you don’t like the cookies, Di, than just go drink some milk.
I hate milk.
You liked it this morning.
That was this morning. I hate milk now, Diamond announced. Dami shook his head and watched. Di was the most determined person he’d ever met. Once again, Di’s mother denied her attention and with her face burning with anger and embarrassment Di stormed off into the woods surrounding her house. No one but Dami noticed.
Diamond? Where are you going? Damion called after her. He heard her running about, but couldn’t see her. He followed the sound of her movement. The air was chilly even though it was summer. The trees stood tall, surrounding him, seeming to close in on him. And the darkness not even the moon could penetrate the tree tops.
Don’t follow me Dami, I want to be alone. She shouted from somewhere deep in the woods. Her voice sounded unreal, like a dream. Something ominous seemed to pull at his heart. He knew something was coming. And wasn’t good.
Di, she’s only a baby! Dami said, trying to reason with her.
She’s an evil baby. You don’t understand Dami, you don’t have any siblings.
Di, you’re not supposed to go so far. Your mom will get worried. We’ll get in trouble!
My mommy doesn’t care about me anymore. I can do whatever I want; she won’t even notice I’m gone. Her voice was full of tears. He hated it when Diamond cried, but he was too frightened to calm her now. Going this far into the woods was dangerous, unpredictable.
Di, come on! We’ve got to get—! An ear-piercing scream cut him off. He couldn’t here Diamond’s steps anymore. Di?
Dami! Dami, help me! She screamed, Help me, please!
Damion ran toward her voice, but still he couldn’t see her. Whoa! He said, almost slipping. He looked down and saw a cliff. His best friend was holding on to a branch protruding from the side of it. The sight alone knocked the breath out of him, panic followed in. Oh my gosh, Di, what happened?
To be continued…