After the storm, what if there's something Tink may never be able to fix?
Ch 1: The Storm.
AN- I do not own anything from Disney. Only the idea's are mine.
Tinkerbell's pov
Dear journal,
It is a bright and glorious day in Pixie Hollow, just this morning I found a glorious lost thing! It is still in parts so I really don't have a clue what it could be, but I will figure it out. After all that's what a true tinker does, I ended up learning that fact the hard way with the help of Terence and all my friends. It's been about seven weeks since the almost, spring disaster. Right now, the summer fairies are as busy as Fawn's bee's. Nevertheless, they always seem to be enjoying them selves: making it look easy. With the Tinkers, I actually got promoted from fixer to inventor! Even though that means I see less and less of Clank and Bobble they still encourage me to no end. As for Terence, I have been seeing him a lot more lately, which is perfectly fine by me, since Fairy Mary has been sending me off to find lost things and such for inventing and help. Just yesterday, I saw something I would not have ever believed that I would ever see in Neverland, Mortals! They were just children and were bickering about who was it. Finally a boy in green told them to shut it and do rock-paper- scissors. I wonder what that means? Well I hear Fairy Mary calling for me to come over, so I had better close this 'boke' As Rosetta called it; she clamed that the mortals called it. Although I'm not quite sure about that. She tends to mix up words at times….. Good-bye,
_ Tink
Slowly I closed the book and set down the brush that I used to write with. Getting up from the table I fluttered over to the waiting Fairy Mary. Sternly looking at me she raised an eyebrow and smiled at me then chuckled,
"Tinkerbell what in the name of the second star do you have on your face?"
I looked at her with confusion,
"Huh?" Turning around to one of the mirrors in the work shop, I laughed, there was a large blotch of black stuff on her face. Flitting back to her I smiled guiltily,
"Well I was up last night working on a lost thing I found, I guess I got some on me. I' sorry. I should have been here helping the tinkers"
" Well deary, there's no reason to be sorry, tinkering is tinkering, no matter what. The reason I came to get you was because there's a great storm coming and everyone needs to pitch in to help, so no harm can come to Pixie Hollow and it people. Now clean up and follow me, hurry."
Following Marry's orders, Tink threw some water on her face and ran to follow her out the door.
"Aright people we all need to work together in this! Water's get prepared to hold the waters about to come! Nature fairies hold animals at the ready! Nature's try the best to hold down the plants! Tinkers use your tools to help the other fairies! Fast flyers hold down the wind! Terence have you given extra scoops of fairy dust?"
The questioned nervously.
Terence looked over to a small group of fairies in line at the center, gesturing over to them he replied,
"Only those one's are left sir."
Looking reassured he muttered "Good, good."
Then the storm came.
The winds picked up and began howling , making the trees dance to it's tune of dread.
Looking up I saw I a small tinker trying to tie the rope back to the tree that was holding the food for the animals. Flying up there to help I felt a great gust of wind pulling her farther and farther away from the trees and her friends. Trying to call out for help, my voice was drowned out by the winds.. It was in vain no one could hear my pleads for help, all were busy fighting the storm. Tree braches hit her again and again; tearing at my arms and legs. Finally I gave up calling and let the wind take me where it wished. All of the sudden I felt a great pain then ripping.
Then I knew nothing more.
Dun dun da… What's going to happen to poor Tinkerbell????? Read and find out! If you want you can even review!