It was a field of lavender flowers, swaying with soft air, the sweet scent wafted in the air.

I felt so light and calm. Walking through the flowers, feeling their softness on my fingertips when something halted my steps.

Mom?

She was sitting under a tree, just a few feet away from me, smiling. I ran to her, eager to touch her. Was this a dream?

"Mom!" I reached out to touch her face, she held my hand in both of hers.

"Lyrah."

Her voice was a lullaby, soothing my soul into easiness.

I was so happy to see her that it could only be expressed with tears paired with a big smile.

After I had cried my heart out in her arms and felt the pleasing touch of her fingers as she ran them through my hair I laid down and placed my head in her lap.

"My dear, Lyrah."

"Mom...I.." I wanted to ask her where were we, why I was here, and most importantly I wanted to tell her about Hyram.

"I know, my child, I know what you want to ask." She smiled. "It was the right thing that you did. I and your father are so proud of you my love."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"It was so hard, Mom, I thought they didn't deserve it," I said.

"Everything that was done by the King and Queen was never Hyram's fault, Lyrah. He deserved it like any other being in the Faerieland would."

"You're happy?" I asked. "With what I did?"

"So happy." She beamed.

"Where's Dad?"

"He went to get your favorite thing." She winked.

"My favorite thing?" I raised a brow.

"Lyrah...Lyrah, please wake up." It was a whisper so near that made my dream dissolve away.

My eyelids felt heavy and swollen, opening them to see the world I saw it was Marie. Holding my hand she was sitting beside me on the bed, looking at me with eyes filled with concern.

"Marie." My voice cracked, parched I asked for some water.

After taking some sips with the help of Marie I laid back.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, putting her hand on my forehead.

"Exhausted."

"I brought your favorite thing." She smiled.

"Hmm?"

"Strawberries!"

My favorite fruit, strawberries. I sighed, eyes watering at the thought, in the dream my father was about to bring strawberries then.

"Marie, I have questions."

She lowered her head. "I know, Lyrah. I know you want to ask so many things."

"Why did you hide that you were the princess?" I questioned.

She sighed. "I think you will understand this, the day you found me in the woods, injured and bleeding, with my wings torn. That day I had got injured saving the human I love, and you know what happens when someone from Faerieland loves a human."

How could I not know? My father was a fairy and mother, a human. Going against the rules of Faerieland, they both got married and were kicked out of the realm by the King.

"You took me to your cottage, healed me, took care of me." She sniffled, "I had lost all my fairy powers, my wings and even then I wasn't able to be with the person I love. And after meeting you, I came to know that I made the right decision of not telling him."

Of course, when a fairy and a human loved each other, it sucked the life out of them. Gradually, and they willingly gave it away because of the happiness their love gave them.

My father passed away first, when I was sixteen, saying he loved Mom more than she loved her. And Mom, she only lived a year after him, leaving me all alone with their memories.

For an year the only living beings I saw were from the human world, where I went to sell the pots and get food and other necessities of life.

"You were my only friend, Lyrah, my own parents were angry with me for loving a human and losing all my powers."

She was crying, and I felt my heartbreak. We were friends, and she never told me how she was suffering.

"Hey, I can't get up to hug you." I pouted.

She laughed a little amidst all the sobbing.

"Come here." She helped me sit with the help of pillows and cushions.

"Lyrah." Marie wiped her eyes but was not successful when they were filled with tears the very next moment. "Thank you so much for saving Hyram."