Surprise! I've already started the next story! Now, if anyone's reading this that has yet to read any of my other stories, I STRONGLY suggest you go back and read "The Pixie Hollow Miracle" and "Winter's Treasure". Otherwise, you won't have a clue about what's going on. For those of you who have, on to the story!
People lose things all the time. These things could range from toys, to books, to your grandfather's pocket watch. Sure, you can replace most of what you lose, but there are few feelings better than the one you get when you find what you've lost, even if you didn't know that you had lost it! So, no matter what you've lost, don't give up. It might just turn up eventually…
The sparrow man woke up to a splitting headache. Ugh, I feel like a tinker hit me in the head with a hammer. He then shook his head in confusion at the thought. What was a tinker? He certainly had no idea. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember his own name.
At this point, he took the opportunity to look around at his surroundings. He appeared to be in a very odd room. The walls were decorated with rainbows, and a pocket watch hung on the wall beside the bed he lay on. Across from where he sat, there was a small mirror. In the mirror, he saw a blonde haired sparrow man in an olive coloured shirt, orange vest, and blue pants. He also noticed that he had no wings, but for some reason he couldn't fathom, that didn't seem out of place to him. The sparrow man got up from the bed and went to the door. As he went to open it, he found it jammed.
"C'mon," he muttered, throwing his weight against the door. He stopped however when he heard what sounded like a bell. After listening for a while, he went back to trying to open the door. Again, the bell sounded. This time, another sound followed. Listening closely, the sparrow man could hear what sounded like a soft thudding sound. Each thud was louder than the last. Next came the sound of muffled voices.
"Father, I swear I heard the bell jingle," a young female voice said.
"Alright, alright," an older male voice responded. "I believe you Lizzie."
Suddenly, the sparrow man heard a click. Running to the window, he saw a very large door opening, admitting into a very large room a human girl and presumably her father. The little girl (Lizzie?) walked over to the room the sparrow man was confined in. Gingerly, she removed the roof. The sparrow man, unsure how to respond, began backing up against the far wall.
"Ah!" Lizzie exclaimed. "I see that you're finally awake! I'm sure your friends are worried sick about you."
The sparrow man cocked his head in confusion.
Frowning, Lizzie asked, "You do have friends, don't you?"
"I don't remember…" the sparrow man replied.
Lizzie giggled. "We humans can't understand fairies. We just hear a little bell when you talk."
"Oh," mouthed the sparrow man. This complicates things. To respond to her question, he shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head.
Confused, Lizzie asked, "You don't know if you have any friends?"
The sparrow man nodded.
"Perhaps he has lost his memory?" the older man (her father?) suggested, kneeling down next to Lizzie.
Again, the sparrow man nodded.
"Do you even know your name?" Lizzie asked.
The sparrow man shook his head slowly. Then, he began gesturing towards the bed, as if asking how he got there. Lizzie and her father then proceeded to explain that, during their first spring picnic, they had found him lying on the ground, unconscious. The two of them, owing much to fairy-kind, immediately took him in and made him as comfortable as they could. He had been in a coma for almost a year now. In fact, winter had just begun.
His head reeling, the sparrow man slowly sat down on the bed. I've been asleep for almost a year? Assuming that I have friends, they must be worried sick!
Lizzie's face suddenly brightened. "Now that you're awake and well, we can let the other fairies know you're here." She furrowed her brow. "Though, I don't know any winter fairies, and they'd probably be scared of us."
Her father put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, he can stay here until we find his friends." He then looked towards the sparrow man. "Are you okay with that?"
The sparrow man nodded. What other choice did he have anyways?
Well, this is certainly a different way to start a story, (it's the first one I've started without a new fairy being born). Hopefully it worked out. Please rate/review/pm me with any questions you might have.
P.S. Can anyone guess who this mysterious, amnesic sparrow man is? Most of you who have read my previous stories probably can.