Dulled hazel eyes looked away from the half empty shelf in front and darted to the left and right. A pleased smile quirked pinkened lips and suddenly a new small stack of books appeared in her arms from the box at the bottom of the ladder. 

It truly could have been possible that she was the only one in this whole world who was masquerading as something she was not. Surely there were others like her out there, though finding out would no doubt lead to her discovery by humans and that was one thing that she did not want. They would probably kill her. Or worse.

Hiding really wasn’t part of her nature and it made it seem like she was ashamed of what she really was. It wasn’t true though, her kind were powerful and had always been revered by humans who sought them out. At least they had been, until they decided to leave this plane of existence and fade into myth. 

She placed another book on the shelf. [i]Perhaps I should pay them a visit?[/i] They couldn’t possibly still be angry with her. After all she deserved a chance to see if their stories of humans were true. Times had changed since some of her kind had been trapped in gold lamps and enslaved by humans to do their bidding. Couldn’t bygones be bygones? 

The next book found itself in place beside the previous one, however, her eyes were drawn not to her task, but to the faded scar on her forearm. It had been many decades since she got it, but she still remembered the sneers, the fire and the pain. 

“Mackenzie! There you are, I have been calling you fer hours.” A breathless gangly voice spoke up from the end of the isle, where an old man stood with a risen brow.

“It’s Melanie.” She corrected, not for the first time.

“Now then Mackenzie, why don’t you go see if you cant help our customers?” 

“But there isn’t-“ Why she continued to try and get a word in anymore was a mystery even to herself. Though, she couldn’t deny that it was fun to try. 

“Good girl, I’ll leave you to it. It’s time to change my socks.”