A/N: This is a preview of a story I am thinking about writing. I want to see if anyone is interested in this before I actually start writing this. If I do continue this story, it will be my first long-term fanfiction!

EDIT: Thanks for editing this, Mystics Apprentice!

-MISFITS-MISFITS-MISFITS-

"Hey, Sora!" a dirty-blonde shouted, leaves rustling in his hair with excitement.

His large, autumn-colored wings beat with anticipation as I ran as fast as I could, tripping clumsily over the gnarled tree's bumps and stumps. When I finally reached my fall-faery friend, he snorted in amusement.

"Hey, it's not my fault I can't fly yet!" I protested between breaths. "I'm sure I'll bloom soon!"

"You say that every day, Sora. You've been saying it every day for the past four years now," he pointed out.

I tried to punch him, but he merely glided out of the way. "Grrr…." I thought angrily, my pathetic little wings beating faster and faster. I had to do something to get him back for that. I considered it for a minute, and then grinned mentally.

"Tiiiiiddduuuussssss!" I whined. "You know that's not nice!"

Perhaps I should explain the situation: I am a faery in a small fey reserve on a set of islands, called Destiny Islands. My friend, Tidus, is an autumn faery. Me? Well, I'm a nobody faery - the faery that never bloomed. Blooming is the process where a fey becomes a particular kind of faery. This grants them the ability to fly, to go places unaccompanied, and is the gateway to puberty. It typically happens between the ages of 7 and 10.

I am now 14.

Now, that may not seem like very old to you, but here it's nearly unheard of. It's basically a disadvantage in nearly every aspect of fey life. All of my friends are aging, and I'm still basically a tall little kid.

However, Tidus, like most fey, is a big softie. They collapse under the power of "The Whine." The Whine is a power reserved by little children, but I can still use it pretty effectively.

Of course, I am right, as a guilty expression washes over his face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he muttered, several red and orange leaves falling out of his hair. Suddenly, a big smile lights up his face. "Hey, I have an idea on how to make it up to you!"

Several minutes later, I found myself looking over the edge from the top of a large paopu tree, with Tidus bouncing up and down erratically, similar in manner to my crazy brown hair.

"I heard somewhere that if you truly believe you can fly, you'll bloom," he told me.

I stared at him in awe. "Where did you learn that?"

"At my apprenticeship." He smiled smugly. I stuck my tongue out at him, and then looked back down at the ground. Being only a few inches tall, it was a long way down for us. I considered backing out and waiting around to bloom a little while longer. However, that hasn't exactly helped me out so far, has it?

"If this makes me bloom, then I'll get an apprenticeship too!" I exclaimed determinedly. And being the idiot I am with the childlike naivety I never lost, I opened my small, clear wings and jumped off of the top off the paopu tree.