*Title: A Fairy's Tale*
*Chapter Title: Prologue*
*Summary: §A lone fairy sits by the mermaid lagoon, dreaming of her prince. A secret surrounds her heart, and darkens her eyes.§ You're a fairy, who woulda thunk it?*
*Author: shasanixie*
*§*
You sat by the mermaid lagoon, resting your tired body on a leaf. All day you had searched for the prince your grandmother had told you about three years ago. Every day you searched, and every day you came home with nothing. Well tonight, you didn't feel like going home. You felt like sitting here, watching the dark water ripple before you.
You weren't an average fairy, but you weren't odd either. You dressed differently, that was for sure. Instead of wearing the green most common fairies wore, you wore yellow. Your mother had made you clothes out of yellow roses, and since her passing, you never wore anything but those hand-made clothes.
You weren't the only one to wear yellow, oh no. You're friends, relatives (those left living), and the others in your home all wore either yellow or white. But you were the only one to wear yellow roses.
You sighed, placing your head into your palm and closed your eyes, beginning to hum. It was a soft tune your mother had sung to you as a baby, and it stuck with you. It was calming and relaxing, and you wanted to be calm and relaxed.
§*******§
Peter walked through the forest, calling for Tinkerbell. She had been out all day, and he was starting to worry. He pushed back some leaves and vines, and his ears picked up a soft humming.
Smiling happily, thinking he had found Tink, he walked silently through the growth, ready to sneak up on her. However, what he saw through the greens wasn't Tink; instead, it was a beautiful fairy clad in yellow. She sat with her knees brought close to her chest, her elbow resting on them, her head resting in her palm. She was humming a tune, one that Peter had never heard.
He walked cautiously to her, peering directly at her. He made as little noise as possible, watching in awe as the beautiful girl continued to be oblivious to his presence.
§*******§
You reached the end of the song, and let out a soft sigh. Re-opening your eyes, they widened as the sight of much larger brown ones peered at you. You yelped and flew back, landing against a tree. You screamed as you hit the hard bark and slid to the ground. You raised a hand to your head in an attempt to stop the throbbing.
The next minute, you felt someone scoop you up. You were about the fly off, when you realized the person wasn't restraining you. You opened your eyes, your hand still to your head, and came face to face with a much, much larger boy. He was quite attractive, and you knew he had to be Peter Pan.
Tinkerbell had once talked often to you, and she had told you of Peter. She always had fabulous stories to tell, then one day, she went to live with him, and you never saw her again. Since then, you'd always relive the stories, hoping that someday you could have great fun like that as well.
You cocked your head curiously at this boy, and felt yourself blush at his smile. You were, after all, only fourteen.
"You are a most unusual fairy," he said, his voice vibrating through you. You smiled, and plopped onto his palm in a sitting position. He laughed, and began to walk you away.
"Wait until Tink meets you."
§*******§
alright ya'll, what do ya think? I'll be waiting for reviews, and if I get four requests to finish it, I shall, if not, I'll leave this up for any who might see it later on. Good wishes to you all!
--renee--
*Chapter Title: Prologue*
*Summary: §A lone fairy sits by the mermaid lagoon, dreaming of her prince. A secret surrounds her heart, and darkens her eyes.§ You're a fairy, who woulda thunk it?*
*Author: shasanixie*
*§*
You sat by the mermaid lagoon, resting your tired body on a leaf. All day you had searched for the prince your grandmother had told you about three years ago. Every day you searched, and every day you came home with nothing. Well tonight, you didn't feel like going home. You felt like sitting here, watching the dark water ripple before you.
You weren't an average fairy, but you weren't odd either. You dressed differently, that was for sure. Instead of wearing the green most common fairies wore, you wore yellow. Your mother had made you clothes out of yellow roses, and since her passing, you never wore anything but those hand-made clothes.
You weren't the only one to wear yellow, oh no. You're friends, relatives (those left living), and the others in your home all wore either yellow or white. But you were the only one to wear yellow roses.
You sighed, placing your head into your palm and closed your eyes, beginning to hum. It was a soft tune your mother had sung to you as a baby, and it stuck with you. It was calming and relaxing, and you wanted to be calm and relaxed.
§*******§
Peter walked through the forest, calling for Tinkerbell. She had been out all day, and he was starting to worry. He pushed back some leaves and vines, and his ears picked up a soft humming.
Smiling happily, thinking he had found Tink, he walked silently through the growth, ready to sneak up on her. However, what he saw through the greens wasn't Tink; instead, it was a beautiful fairy clad in yellow. She sat with her knees brought close to her chest, her elbow resting on them, her head resting in her palm. She was humming a tune, one that Peter had never heard.
He walked cautiously to her, peering directly at her. He made as little noise as possible, watching in awe as the beautiful girl continued to be oblivious to his presence.
§*******§
You reached the end of the song, and let out a soft sigh. Re-opening your eyes, they widened as the sight of much larger brown ones peered at you. You yelped and flew back, landing against a tree. You screamed as you hit the hard bark and slid to the ground. You raised a hand to your head in an attempt to stop the throbbing.
The next minute, you felt someone scoop you up. You were about the fly off, when you realized the person wasn't restraining you. You opened your eyes, your hand still to your head, and came face to face with a much, much larger boy. He was quite attractive, and you knew he had to be Peter Pan.
Tinkerbell had once talked often to you, and she had told you of Peter. She always had fabulous stories to tell, then one day, she went to live with him, and you never saw her again. Since then, you'd always relive the stories, hoping that someday you could have great fun like that as well.
You cocked your head curiously at this boy, and felt yourself blush at his smile. You were, after all, only fourteen.
"You are a most unusual fairy," he said, his voice vibrating through you. You smiled, and plopped onto his palm in a sitting position. He laughed, and began to walk you away.
"Wait until Tink meets you."
§*******§
alright ya'll, what do ya think? I'll be waiting for reviews, and if I get four requests to finish it, I shall, if not, I'll leave this up for any who might see it later on. Good wishes to you all!
--renee--