~Butters' P.O.V~

"Come on, boy! Hurry it up." I nod silently in obedience, hurrying after some strange man I've only known for forty two minutes. Yes, I'm very exact. And I have no right to say this, but how dare he command me around? I've never even met him previous to this day. It's ridiculous, how we children have to respect adults so much. Just because they've lived a tad longer than us doesn't mean they're any more important as human beings.

"…" I stop jogging and calmly walk next to him again, trying to keep up with his fast pace. He is very big and tall, so his fast walking is understandable. And irritating.

"Can't you even manage a 'yes sir'?" I stiffen at him scolding me. I hate to be scolded, especially by men. They're scary. I've seen what they do to boys even as young as me for punishment, and I surely do not want to end up like one of them. So I try to be good when I need to. I've succeeded so far. I have never been struck for anything. Well actually, yes, I have been struck many times; but it's never been my fault.

"Yes sir." I reply to him after a long time. A deadly mistake.

"You are an extreme dreamer that has his head in the clouds. I pity the man who is adopting you. He will gain an extremely dim son." Well, sir, I don't particularly care. It takes all my strength not to voice my thoughts; I have to literally bite my tongue to stop myself.

I don't want to be adopted. Then again, I don't want my parents either. In fact, I'm relieved they are dead. If my parents taught me anything, they taught me that it's possible to be punished for almost anything, or even for nothing. I tried to love them, but I eventually just gave up on it. I suppose I just didn't try hard enough. So now, at this present time, I don't love or intend to love anyone. Especially romantically. Things such as that will just end badly. What is the point of romance, anyway? The purpose of humanity is to reproduce. To reproduce, all you need is a person of the opposite gender. That is all. It doesn't matter who, as long as you have someone. Why should it matter who it is? People claim they are 'in love' with someone, but all I think is that they like the person they are 'in love' with's looks or money.

It's too bad that I have to live with these new parents now. Especially in the country. In England. Their house isn't even in the village. At this moment, it's forty three minutes walk away, and that is if you're travelling fast like this lovely man here.

"You foolish boy! You're falling behind again!" The man doesn't give me a chance to catch up this time. He grabs the back of my collar and pulls me beside him, so close that we're almost touching. Not that I want to be an accuser, but I think it's disturbing for two males to be this close. Well, I'm actually right, according to law. Apparently homosexuality is one of the worst sins you can ever commit, according to the Bible. I unfortunately once had to witness a homosexual being tortured in the town square with my parents. I never normally attended those events, though. I preferred to stay at home while my parents went. But one time my father claimed I should come to 'see what happens to these abnormal beings' as he put it. So I did.

Again, I'm glad my parents are dead.

I hope they don't torture too much here in England, and just execute people by hanging like they should. A quick, almost painless death.

"There it is. Rest your eyes on your new home, boy." I do as my guide says. It is actually a fairly decent home. Nicely built, and more or less big. Despite how nice it looks, I don't like it. But it isn't the house I dislike the most. It's the surroundings of it. We're in a forest. Even the village is in a forest. I wish I could have came to a more open part of England.

"What do you think, boy?" I dearly hope this man will go back to the village after he drops me off. Him gruffly referring to me as 'boy' isn't making me happy in the least.

"I dislike it." Look, I'm not stupid. I know I shouldn't say such things like that to a man that big and powerful, but it isn't my fault. I have never once told a lie in my life. And I don't intend to either. As soon as he processes my daring comment, the man lets go of my collar and shoves me to the (muddy, I might add) ground. I immediately prop myself up and reach for my fallen hat, putting it back on.

"Rise, boy." What is this man, God? He shouldn't be allowed to treat me like this. I do as he says and slowly stand up. Wonderful, now I've got mud all over me.

"Honestly, look at you. Fucking hell." I stare at him in shock for a split second, and then quickly look around us for people who might have heard. Cursing may not be so strict here, but in America I saw a fourteen year old by have his tongue ripped out by a police officer just for saying the word 'shit'. Not a pleasant thing for a six year old to see.

"What are you looking around for!?" The man suddenly shouts at me. I snap my head back to him.

"Nothing, sir."

"You are so thick it's unbelievable. As expected of you Americans." There it is again, for the hundredth time today. So many people I've encountered have said it. It's because it was only last year when Britain and the United States stopped fighting. As we stop in front of the door, the man roughly takes my hat off and shoves it to my chest. "Have some manners, boy." He knocks hardly on the door. "And hold your tongue." He says just before the door opens. A happy looking woman is standing there, her eyes fixed on me. A little too happy, I think.

"Is this him?" She squeals, grabbing my shoulders excitedly.

"Yes." The man holds up a piece of paper. "Leopold Stotch, born September 11th, 1770, age twelve, blond hair, and blue eyes."

"Yes, that's him. Well, aren't you charming?" The woman smiles, clearly admiring my looks.

"Thank you, ma'am." I answer, feeling overwhelmed. Even my parents didn't like me this much. Well actually, they didn't like me at all.

"Why is he so muddy?" The woman demands. I can feel the man's deathly gaze on me. The last thing I need is to make enemies here, so I'll be quiet.

"He's a clumsy boy. He tripped and fell right into the mud." I sigh, frowning in defeat to my left. At least I wasn't forced to lie.

"Oh… " The woman frowns at me slightly, but then does the strangest thing. She pats me on the shoulder, almost in a comforting 'It's fine, I'll forgive you' way. It shocks me immensely.

"If you'll just sign here?" The woman nods and quickly signs a piece of paper. "Enjoy your new son." I gawp at the two adults in disbelief. What am I, a delivery package? The man nods to her in good bye. As he passes the door I hear him mutter 'behave yourself'. The woman closes the door and turns around.

"YOOHOO! MR PIRRUP! HE'S ARRIVED! COME AND SEE HIM!" I hear rapid footsteps approaching us. Here I go. An extremely, extremely passionate looking man comes out of nowhere and hugs me.

"OH MY GOODNESS! HE LOOKS PERFECT!" Judging from these first impressions, all this family cares about is looks.

"Leopold, this is your father, Mr Pirrup. I am Mrs Pirrup. You will call us 'mother' and 'father'. Understood?" The woman smiles kindly, but I hear the strictness of her tone. I plaster a faux smile on my face.

"Yes mother."

"Good. Now, let's get you to your room…" My new 'mother' looks around my feet. "Don't you have any possesions?"

"No, I wasn't allowed to take any into England." The woman stares for a second, but then regains her smile and leads me up the stairs without another word. As we arrive at the room, I see a boy my height with his back to me, looking out a window. 'Mother' looks to see what I'm staring at and frowns.

"Phillip, come outside of that wretched room and meet your new brother." She says coldly, in such a different voice to before. 'Phillip' doesn't give any sign that he heard her. "Phillip." I hear the boy sigh and see his shoulders lower. He turns around and starts walking towards us, with (unlike the other two) no smile on his face. I'm not saying he looks angry or anything, I'm just saying there is no smile. When stopping in front of me, Phillip studies my looks closely.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Phillip Pirrup." He eventually says, holding his hand out. I shake it immediately. I'm glad there is another boy here. At least I can talk to someone.

"My name is Leopold Sto- I mean… just Leopold." 'Mother' puts her hands on her hips and glowers at Phillip.

"Young man, why didn't you answer me?"

"I'm sorry, mother, but I was in the middle of praying." Phillip smiles sheepishly. I have a strange feeling that he is lying. I was very sure he was just ignoring her.

"Why were you praying in the middle of the day?" I ask slyly. Both of them look at me unusually. I have got a bad feeling now.

"This family is very religious, Leopold. You must pray at least twice a day."

"Yes mother… "

~Pip's P.O.V~

My real parents died when I was very young. I'm glad they died when I was young. It saved me the suffering of having lost a loved one. I still miss them, though, even though I never truly knew them. I have a few blurred memories of my mother, and I cherish them. My father, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now I have to live with my bloody uncle and aunt, and thus have to still have the same surname. I'll put it bluntly. I despise them.

Leopold, on the other hand, seems to have no remorse that his parents are deceased. Every time a new student attends my school, they're always from somewhere other than our village. And an awful amount of the time they're an orphan. When I see them, they are always impassive looking, as if there's nothing anyone can do for them. They never last long. Leopold looks like a normal, sensible child, which is quite surprising. I do notice a dark, non-innocent look in his eyes, but apart from that, completely normal. I can consider him heartless for this, but I'm deciding not to. He looks like a fairly nice person, and I'll give him a chance at being friend of mine. A very rare opportunity, I might add.

"You're to share your room with Phillip, Leopold. I trust that you two will get along greatly, since you're the same age. Phillip, I expect you to educate Leopold about how things work here. Do you two both understand?"

"Yes ma'am." We both say in unison. Aunty smiles again and walks away, no doubt to clean everything again.

"And are you sure you know the way, Phillip?"

"Yes, mother." I go to school almost every day, after all…

"And to tell the teacher he's new?"

"Yes, mother." I'm sure he'll notice on his own…

"And you have your lunch?"

"Yes, mother." Especially since I've never forgotten it…

"Alright. Be good and study hard."

"Yes, mother." Aunty finally lets us set off to school after a large amount of small, pointless questions. It's been raining since last night, and still is now, but only slightly. Leopold doesn't seem used to rain. He keeps trying to brush the water off of his clothes, and taking his hat off and shaking it.

"Does it rain often?" He asks me, looking upset.

"About two thirds of the year." Leopold sighs, distraught.

"It didn't rain that often in America, and when it did, I was kept indoors." Leopold chuckles to himself knowingly, clearly thinking of something bitter.

"Don't you like the rain? I love it." I truly do. When it's sunny, it makes me feel like I should go outside and do things. I dislike that. I like to stay in my room and be alone with my thoughts.

"I hate it! I love the sun so much! I want to find one of those flowery grass fields with lovely blue skies and the perfect amount of sun shining on them, and just do absolutely nothing, without a care in the world. And I'll have absolutely no luck finding that here!" Leopold kicks a stone into a nearby tree in frustration. Jesus…

"Don't do that! Get away from there!" I shriek and grab the back of his coat, pulling him as far away from the tree as possible. He turns to me, confused.

"What is it?"

"That area of the forest is overrun by fairies. Stay away from there." Leopold raises an eyebrow.

"Aren't fairies supposed to be kind?" My goodness.

"No! They can kill you right on the spot. Or worse, they can curse you. Would you like to have ugly looks for the rest of your life, or back luck? They are the enemy of humanity."

"But…"

"Let's go. They are probably watching us right now with their little deceiving eyes." I take hold of Leopold's arm and start pulling him in the direction of the school house.

~Butters' P.O.V~

When we get to the school house, class has already started. Not a good first impression. I think first impressions count a lot around here.

"Explain why you two are this late to class." The teacher commands. I eye the ruler in his hand warily. Bad memories, bad memories…

"I'm sorry, sir. We saw a black cat and had to walk the long way." Whoa, people here must be very superstitious.

"Are you telling the truth, Phillip?"

"Yes sir." How can he lie so easily?

"Sit down. Is this Leopold?"

"Yes sir."

"Come here, boy." I nod and step closer to him. He puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to face the class. All the children are staring at me boredly. I must look fairly plain to them. Good; standing out is the last thing I need.

"This is Leopold, everyone. He's come from America." Well, there goes the thought of not standing out. Everyone raises their eyebrows and whispers to each other. Was it really necessary to tell them where I'm from? Now there is a good chance of me being punched and kicked every day…

"Sit next to Eric, Leopold. Eric, raise your hand." A well dressed (and plump) boy raises his hand, looking irritated. He must not want an American sitting next to him. As I walk to the desk, I stumble on a loose floor board. Most of the students giggle. I readjust myself and sit next to Eric, keeping my head down. I can feel everyone looking at me. I have never felt more humiliated. Well, actually I have, but still.

"Alright, that's enough staring. Look at the board." The teacher slams his ruler on his desk, making all of us jump and pay attention to what he's writing.

He writes a whole lot of algebra on the chalk board.

"Now, as you can see, x=…"

After a while of having to listen to the teacher talk about the rules of basic algebra (that I've learned already), he leaves us to work. Eric nudges me about an hour after we start.

"My pencil broke. Give me yours." He hisses, trying to snatch my chalk pencil away. I pull my arm away and glower at him.

"Ask the teacher. I need mine." Eric's mouth drops open.

"Leopold, give him the pencil." A black haired boy behind me says.

"Why should I?"

"Eric will always get what he wants. Just give it to him." This boy isn't trying to help me. He's almost commanding me.

"Like Stan says, give it!" Eric snaps at me.

"What's all this racket!" The teacher snaps his chalk on the board and spins around. We all shut up and look down, pretending to work.

"…" The teacher narrows his eyes and turns back around. Thank goodness. He looks frightening.

"Give it to me, you stupid American." Eric says. That is it. My anger is getting the better of me. Everyone in the room freezes when I abruptly stand up. The teacher turns around once more, looking outraged.

"Just leave me ALONE!" I yell, slamming my text book on his head. It makes a very big 'thump' against his skull. Everyone gasps.

"Holy shit." Stan says after a few seconds. I realize what I just did and look aroundnervously. Some students are trying not to laugh at Eric, but most are just shocked, with their jaws dropped open much like Eric's was earlier.

"Leopold, here. Now." I drop the text book and stare at him, motionless. The teacher points his broken piece of chalk at me. "Do not make me repeat myself."

"…" I hang my head and walk over to him, taking care not to stumble this time. I stop in front of the man, still looking down.

"Hold out your hand." My head snaps up to look at him. That sentence in that tone of voice can only mean one thing. A very frightening thing. "Obey me at once." I fix my eyes on the teacher and hold my hand out as he says. The teacher picks up his ruler and brings it down on the palm of my hand. I have to bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out. This teacher is much stronger than my previous one. After five more hits, the teacher stops. I think he's a bit surprised that I haven't broken eye contact with him once. I hope my pain reaches him through this long eye contact.

"Leopold, do you not realize how lucky you were? Normally, he would have hit you on the backside!" Phillip exclaims as he catches up to me after class is over.

"Phillip, I honestly do not give a crap where he hits or doesn't hit me. He can go and burn in hell for all I care." I say coldly as I keep walking. I'm not worried about cursing now. It doesn't seem to be much of a big deal here.

"You shouldn't speak like that. He can hear you, you know!" After a long time of walking, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I stop to look at Phillip.

"Who?"

"God, obviously!" I look at the sky and frown.

"And what if I blasphem? It won't make a difference. What will happen if I do?"

"They say you'll be struck by lightning on the spot." Oh, come now. Even I know that's absolutely not true.

"Fine then. Let us test it out, shall we?"

"W-What?"

"I'll curse, and then let's see if I'm struck by lightning." Phillip looks horrified, as if he's not sure what to do. "All right, I'm doing it. F-

"DON'T! YOU WILL DIE!"

"Phillip, I need to prove to you that these things aren't true. I highly doubt God is listening to little boys such as us sinning, and then striking us down with lightning if he does. He created this world. I think he would have much more interesting things to do than kill us." Phillip stares at me open mouthed. It's understandable for such a religious person.

"Well, that's my opinion, anyway." I frown a little and kick a rock into the forest. The forest here looks especially black and shady. Wait, I'm meant to be doing something.

"Alright, here I go." I take a deep breath. "FUCK! SHIT! ASS! GOD, FUCK YOU! I HATE GOD!" Phillip looks as if he may faint. It doesn't matter. I've proved him wrong. There was no sign of lightning anywhere near us.

"What's wrong? I hardly even said anything." I smirk, since I actually said a lot.

"…" Phillip still stares at me. I don't blame him. Until about four years ago, I was probably the most innocent child you'd ever meet. Until I got a grip on life and grew up. And understood things that a child would never normally have to experience.

I lean against a tree while I wait for Phillip to regain his senses. It could take long.

…It's strange; I feel as if someone is watching me. Turning around to see if there's anyone behind me, I spot something on the ground. I pick it up and study it. It's a white feather. And I mean extremely white. After a minute of thinking about whether I should leave it (in case it's bad luck from a fairy) or keep it, I put it in my pocket. Who knows, maybe it could be good luck. What's strange though, is now I feel extremely tired. Perhaps I've been working too hard. Strange. Phillip suddenly shrieks, making me jump and glare at him for frightening me. "Leopold, turn to me slowly." I dizzily do as he says, feeling stupid. "Stay there." Phillip puts his hands together and mutters a few things, and then puts his hands on my shoulders. I instantly feel awake again.

"…What did you do?"

"I countered the spell on you. They taught us that in school when we were very small. That feather was making you fall unconscious. A fairy must have purposely dropped it just now, hoping you would pick it up."

"But why?"

"They were most likely outraged at your blasphemy." I snort and start walking to our home. I highly doubt a fairly would be angry enough to do that.

As of now, I'm grounded for a week for misbehaving in class. Mother and father were furious with me just now, but they'll cool off soon. What upsets me the most is I can't go outside now. And worst of all, it has to be sunny right at this moment. Pip doesn't seem to mind staying inside. In fact, he actually seems to enjoy it. I think I'll irritate him for a bit.

"Say, why do you all hate fairies so much? I've always thought they were interesting creatures."

"That's a ridiculous question. Have you already forgotten about that feather?" Phillip slams his book shut and looks at me, clearly no longer interested in the story.

"But if what you say is true, then those fairies did have plenty of reason to do that. I sinned in front of them, after all. They're religious creations of God, aren't they?"

"We're religious creations of God."

"But they have abilities we could never dream of having. They're special things. I don't think they like being insulted. So bottom line, they had plenty of reason for that feather." Phillip sighs at me, shaking his head.

"They do many other things to ordinary people such as you and I for no reason at all. Like I said, they curse people, give people bad luck, and even kill them."

"But maybe those humans did something that caused those punishments to be afflicted as well."

"I'm sure they did not do anything."

"Do you have any proof that they didn't?"

"No, but-

"Exactly. I believe fairies may be kind creatures and shouldn't be judged like this. They're gifts from God. Not curses. And if you don't believe that, then…" I trail off as I look outside the window. "…How ironic. The forest you told me to stay away from; that contains fairies, is right outside our window. With a tree outside. That a boy in disgrace can easily climb onto." I smile as I grab my coat.

"Leopold! Don't!"

"I'm sorry, Phillip. This is too big an opportunity." I hold up my hand, giving him a wave that says 'goodbye for now' and move towards the window. As I'm about to climb out, Phillip grabs the fabric of my coat.

"Please don't do it. You'll die. They're all out there waiting for you."

"It'll be alright. I do not really care if I die or don't die. My life is pathetic." I gently prise Phillip's hand off my shoulder and climb out of the window. The roof tiles aren't very stable, so as soon as I rest my feet on them, they shake, making me almost fall off of the house. Phillip shrieks, trying to reach out to me. It's too bad for him. I'm too far away now. I slowly and shakily step towards the large tree branch that's practically waiting for me to come to it. As I eventually reach it, Pip shouts out to me.

"Leopold, please reconsider! If you make it back from this, you will be punished even more!"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." I'm not really willing to do anything at all, but I want to mess with this boy's head a bit. He looks helpless, like he should be. Now, I don't hate my new brother or anything, but so far he has done nothing but stop me from doing what I want to. I'm still a little bit like a dreamer, so I don't take lightly to things like that. After I walk along the branch and jump to the ground, I turn and give a large wave to Phillip. He glares.

"Y-You'll regret this!" I frown at him for a minute. He looks completely hateful now. I can't understand why, or what he hates. Does he hate me? Does he hate fairies? Does he hate what might happen? What does he hate?

"Hatred will solve nothing. Love is what makes this world." Again, I'm messing with him. But he seems to take it seriously and his face hardens.

I frown at him, turn around, and run away without looking back.

Like I noticed earlier, this forest is very dark. As if no one can be seen or wants to be seen here. I suppose that is how the fairies want it. I look around, trying to figure out which way is back home. I'm very sure I haven't been walking in a straight line, so it's going to be difficult getting back to the house. I look around more properly. There's almost no sunlight coming through the tree tops, not to mention it is just after sunset. All the trees around me are large, old, and most obviously, tall. I don't believe fairies can live here. Don't they want the light to reach them? Do they like living in this dark, boring setting? I sigh. I must turn back and try to find my way home. Or else I'll be here all night and get sick. If I do get sick, I highly doubt this small English village will have the proper medicine to cure me.

I regretfully turn around and crash straight into someone. After stumbling and then regaining my balance I look at the person.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching…" My voice disappears for a moment when I see the person. He has wings.

SHIT, WINGS!

"GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream and try to back away. I manage about five meters before I trip on a tree root. I make a large thud as I land on the ground. Oh God, I'm done. I am done. I grit my teeth and stare at the ground in fear as I hear the fairy start walking towards me. This is it. I'm going to die.

When I hear it stop in front of me, I magically regain my voice.

"P-PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! I MEAN NONE OF YOU ANY HARM!" I tell it desperately, praying to dear God for it to spare my life. God seems to accept. After nothing happens, I open my eyes slightly.

I stare at the gloved hand in front of me. It can't be…

"Are you retarded? I want to help you up, fool!" The fairy says, making me feel like, indeed, a fool. What strikes me as odd, though, is that the fairy's voice sounds similar to that of a child. I shakily take the fairy's hand and let it pull me up. For the first time, I get a proper look at it. My suspicions were right. First of all, it's not a man. It's a child like me. It looks maybe thirteen or fourteen. But the most obvious thing is: it looks beautiful. Yes, even I, a person completely against homosexuality, can admit that. It has lovely golden hair that every girl dreams of having, and dark blue eyes similar to mine. It has a perfect face that I immediately envy. Why should such a creature have such wonderful looks, while I look plain and childish?

I even like it's wings.

They look like God spent centuries working on them. Maybe he did. Their shape resembles a butterfly's wings, which I find intriguing I've always liked butterflies. I used to always make a wish when I saw one. I practically worshiped them. However, if it wasn't for the wings, you would never guess this thing is a fairy. It's dressed completely the way a normal boy would dress. Well, maybe a rich boy. But perhaps the clothes are just a disguise. Oh God, what if these things are walking around town, posing as normal human beings, but actually they are really evil-

"Have you not been taught manners?" The fairy suddenly asks, keeping it's serious gaze fixed on me. I waver, wanting to turn invisible. Again, I hate being scolded. "You should know it's rude to stare at people."

"…" I do as it implies and stop looking at him. After a short moment of silence, it speaks to me again.

"Are you afraid of me, Leopold?" I quickly avert my eyes from the bush I've been watching and look it in the eyes. It somehow knows my name. I will not lie.

"Yes."

"Good. You didn't lie. So, why are you afraid of me?"

"…M-My stepbrother told me that fairies kill people and put curses on them…" I start shaking when I see the fairy's taken aback expression. "N-NOT THAT I BELIEVED IT OR ANYTHING! IN FACT I STOOD UP FOR YOU FAIRIES! IF YOU THINK I DID OTHERWISE THEN YOU'RE MISTAKEN! HAHAHAHAHA!" I laugh nervously, feeling paranoid. I'm actually still frightened this fairy will kill me.

The fairy doesn't look amused. It puts a hand on my shoulder and steers me around. "You're home is in that direction." It tells me, pointing straight ahead. "You can use this to help you." Something is shoved into my hand. I look at it. An open watch with a glowing pink arrow pointing to where this fairy just pointed. In other words, pointing to my home. "Off you go then." The fairy gently pushes me, like a mother pushing their child off to school. I take the hint that it wants me to leave this forest and start walking. No matter. I want to leave this forest too. Even if it means a traumatized me having to go back to a smug 'I told you so' Phillip. I just don't want to be killed.

"We'll meet again." The fairy says loudly, making sure I can hear. I turn to ask him when, but it's too late. He's already flying away. I watch him for a few moments, entranced by the fact that I'm actually watching a fairy fly away. I regain my senses when I lose sight of it and keep walking.

By the time I finally get home, I've tripped on about a million tree roots, due to the dark. It must be very late. I silently climb the tree and step onto the roof. I only stumble on a loose tile once before I make it to the window. Phillip immediately appears and helps me in. He lets me rest for a few moments before he starts firing questions.

"Well? What happened?"

"I met a fairy."

"Holy…" Phillip looks as if he can barely believe what I just said.

"But, it wasn't a fairy like you think! It was…"

"Are you saying it was kind?" Phillip looks puzzled.

"In a way."

"In what way? Did it say anything?"

"Well, I was about to come back, but then I walked straight into it. I got scared by it's wings and tried to run away, but then I tripped over." I glower at Phillip rolling his eyes. "It helped me up and then asked me if I was afraid of it. I told it I did and it didn't get upset! Then it gave me this watch," I show Phillip the watch. "And told me to come home. And as I was walking away, it told me we would meet again." Phillip doesn't look sure as if to believe me or not.

"Let me see the watch." I give it to him hesitantly. I'm not too sure about giving this to a person who hates fairies. Phillip opens it. When he sees what's inside, he immediately drops it in horror. I pick it up, wanting to see what's wrong with it.

"Leopold, I'm warning you. Do not get involved with this fairy. If you ever see it again, run away. It will cause you nothing but trouble." I ignore Phillip and look inside the watch. It has changed. Instead of a pink arrow pointing to here, there is now a large, glowing, red heart symbol. When I see it, I automatically feel happy.

"Have you met this fairy before?" Phillip asks, staring at the object in my hand.

"No, I haven't. But it knew my name for some reason."

"Leopold, I beg of you, do not become involved with this fairy. It may be a 'Heartbreak' fairy."

"A what?" Phillip opens one of his drawers and after tossing many books and pieces of paper behind him, he finds what he is looking for and carries it over to the table. I walk over. It's a very large book with 'Types of Fairies' in bold golden letters on the front. Pip opens the book and flicks through the pages like a dictionary until he finds the correct page.

"There. Read that. Out loud to me." I lean over and look at the passage Phillip pointed at.

"The 'Heartbreak' fairy." I read. "A fairy that purposely befriends a human being, male or female, and develops a false romantic relationship with the said human. When the human has fallen in love, which may be either over a long or short period of time, the fairy will cruelly reveal their true selves to them and break their hearts. In most cases, the victim takes it so severely that the shock of the heartbreak either drives them to permanent madness or to suicide." I finish reading and look at Phillip.

"You surely don't believe a fairy that was that helpful to me would do something like that."

"Of course I do. It was just pretending to be helpful. I'm sure it was itching to end your life." I think of the way the fairy was looking at me as I was telling it about Phillip's thoughts of it. It's eyes had annoyance in them, for sure.

But not hatred.

"It wasn't like that. I could tell by the way it looked at me. It didn't hate me. It wanted to know me."

"Leopold, it's a fairy you are talking about."

"I know it is. But have you ever thought, even for one second, that maybe fairies and humans can get along?" I snap the watch shut and walk away from him.

For readers of my story 'Insane': DON'T KILL ME FOR MAKING ANOTHER STORY! I WILL DEFINITELY FINISH IT! I'M WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER, I SWEAR TO GOD! I'm just struggling with how to plan it out and how to write that goddamn kiss scene. If you can, please be patient with me for a little longer while I get that chapter written.

For readers of my story 'Medium': I no longer really have the will to write that story. I just can't think of anything to write for it. I know how I want it to end, but not what to put in between. I've been trying to revise it, but I get so embarrassed from how childishly it's been written. I've improved on my writing skills a lot since I started that story, and I just don't understand why people still like it. Don't get me wrong, I still love it, but I don't get how others like it. Before anyone panics, I won't give up on the story, but I'll probably put it on hiatus. I hope everyone understands. I WILL FINISH IT! MOST LIKELY THIS YEAR! I'll just have to wait for inspiration

For readers of THIS story:

I had the wierdest inspiration for this story. I was in history having to unfortunately watch a video on how convicted people were tortured in the old days. As I was watching, I saw one thing that made me think 'Jeez, imagine how psycho Cartman would be with that thing.' ... and tada... we have this story.

Hehe, I'm nuts.

I'm trying to make this story sound like how people would speak in the late 1700s, but I'm not very good at it. I'm trying my hardest, though. I'm sorry if mentions of religion and God in this story offend anyone. I'm not one of those people who insult religion because it's funny. Even if I DO watch South Park. And...

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