"Laura, are you up in that attic again?" Laura, 19, heard her mother shout up to her. She rolled her eyes and looked at her watch, it had just gone 8:10am. "I told you we would go through your grandma's things later, when we're all ready."
"Just looking mum, not touching!" Laura called down, before crouching down and collapsing onto her knees. She was missing her grandma, even a month after her death, and she knew the attic was where a lot of her belongings were. Her mother and the rest of the family wanted to leave the stuff there for now, but Laura was anxious to rumage through it. She felt compelled to, for some reason. She flicked through some old crochet magazines, then inspected an old beer stein that used to among her grandma's favored possessions. Now it was up here, gathering dust. Laura felt sad.
Sighing deeply, she stood up, being careful not to bump her head on the overhead beams, and she strolled over to a dust covered trunk with a padlock on it. A lightbulb suddenly went off in Laura's head and she reached into a pocket and retrieved a small key she had found in her grandma's old room, on the floor a week or so ago. Amazingly enough, the key fit the padock and it popped off the trunk. "Hmm, nice." she smiled, opening the trunk with a creak.
"Don't forget your shift starts at 10:00am honey and you haven't had breakfast." Her mother called up again, but Laura said nothing, ignoring the shout. And for good reason, peering into the trunk, she saw a collection of old books, including what looked like a couple of magic tomes. "Magic? Pfft... okay then." Laura muttered somewhat skeptically.
One book however, caught Laura's attention more than the others. It looked like a grimoire from a fantasy film or something. And unlike the other books, it wasn't covered in dust. In fact it was in excellent condition, and the lettering on the spine of the book seemed to radiate slightly. "What the hell?" Laura mumbled, lifting the large book out with both hands, feeling a warm, tingling sensation as she did so. She opened the book up, and a short, sharp gust of wind seemed to whip up out of nowhere, causing her to jump and look around as a shiver went down her spine. Her eyes were drawn straight to the black lettering in old Latin printed on the first page. She recited the words out loud out of interest more than anything else. "Myx, virtutem tuam in latus meum, et vocavi te."
Laura's eyes then went wide as the lettering began to glow and another gust of wind appeared from nowhere, blowing things all over in the attic and causing the single lightbulb to flicker. Then things suddenly died down, and Laura was left knelt there, wondering just what the hell had happened. A high-pitched voice in her ear suddenly startled her into spinning around. "It's been so long since I was summoned to this world. Over 300 years in fact. Nice to stretch my wings." Said the small being in front of Laura that she could only have identified as a 'fairy'. No more than six inches tall, delicate wings beating as fast as a hummingbird's, and bearing a resemblence to Tinkerbell, just... minus any clothes and slightly gothic. "It's rude to stare with your mouth open my dear." The fairy said, as Laura just stared in shock.
"Er... w-w-what a-are y-you?" Laura stuttered, shaking her head incase she was daydreaming.
"Why is that always the first question you humans ask? So tiresome. What I am... is beyond your understanding. But if you require a name, then you can call me Myx." The sprite grinned, as it flew around Laura a couple of times, inspecting her.
"Myx?" Laura frowned, swallowing hard.
"Correct! It's very interesting to meet you... Laura." Myx then smirked, surprising Laura with the knowledge of her name already. Laura just nodded, inspecting Myx as the creature made a close pass to her face. There was two mounds on Myx's chest, but they seemed featureless, no nipples or anything. And like wise, the creature's groin was flat and featureless, much like a doll. Myx did however have a dark, 'pixie' haircut
"I summoned you?" Laura asked, glancing back at the grimoire.
"Yes, whether you intended to or not." Myx replied, continuing to fly around. "I'm surprised I wasn't summoned before now to tell you the truth. You humans always seem to think if you summoned me I would grant wishes like those idiotic djinns." It said.
"Yeah... not a lot of people believe in magic nowadays." Laura mentioned, scratching her head. Then she followed that statement up with a question. "Are you... female... or male?"
"Neither, my kind don't have a gender as you would refer to it." Myx said.
"But you sound like you're female." Laura mumbled.
"If it's easier for your mind to process my being here, you can refer to me as 'she' if you like." Myx winked.
"And, what is your purpose? I mean..." Laura asked, but she was interrupted.
"Let's just say I don't bend to the whim of any human, including you my dear. My 'purpose', is to have fun, amuse myself. And I do that by messing with mortals, humans and other."
"Messing?" Laura said, starting to get a little worried.
"Well, I find your whole 'gender' identification very amusing, and I like to 'blur the lines'. In terms you might understand... I swap things around, to make things so much more interesting. I do it because I can. And I have very specific tastes, A fetish if you will."
"Okay..." Laura said, about to ask something else when her mother shouted up again. "LAURA!!! Get down here now and stop talking to yourself. I'm making breakfast."
Myx smiled upon hearing another human voice. "And don't worry, nobody else can see or hear me. Just you!" Myx said, before flying over to the attic entrance and disappearing through it, down into the house proper. Laura threw the grimoire book back in the trunk and scurried after Myx. And as she did so, she had a horrible feeling that she had just unleashed an unknown force into the world.
"Something tells me this is going to escalate badly." Laura grumbled, closing the attic door and hurrying downstairs to the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes was already permeating her nostrils. She saw Myx there, hovering over the table.
Once she had confirmed that her mother couldn't see Myx, Laura nervously sat down at the table and looked up at Myx.
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