Hey everyone! To celebrate the New Year, I bring you a new story! This one isn't related to any of my other stories and extremely different from them. Anyways, wishing the best to you in the new year and I hope y'all like it!

Chapter 1

"Mom, no!" Verinty cried. "Please stop!" She screamed in terror as her mother hit her again, leaving marks where the wooden spoon had made contact. Just as her mother raised her weapon of choice to strike again, the front door opened and closed.

"I'm home!" Verinty's father called. Her mother grabbed her by the arm.

"Don't tell your father or else!" She hissed close to Verinty's face. Verinty nodded feverishly before taking off to her bedroom.

She sat at her vanity apply more make up to cover the bruises. She sighed and let a tear fall. A fifteen shouldn't be going through this. But to Verinty it was just another day. And the next day would be just the same.

••••••••••

Clarion and Milori stood outside the Pixie Dust Room.

"Hey, it'll be ok." He whispered to her. She nodded her head and walked in. Milori waited nervously outside and began to pace.

If Clarion wasn't pregnant, he was sure they'd go crazy. It had been two years since they decided to try for a child together. Coming up on their third wedding anniversary, neither of them wanted anything else other than a baby.

Clarion walked out with tears in her eyes. Milori pulled her into a tight hug.

"We can try again, honey." He whispered, gently rubbing her back. He could hear her sobbing into his shirt.

"I'm sorry." She cried. "I'm so sorry I can't give you a baby!"

"Oh Ree," he held her tighter; "it's not your fault. Please don't talk that way."

"But-" she was cut off by his kiss.

"My love," he started, "I want nothing more than to start a family with you, and we will when the time is right." She nodded her head as her husband wiped her tears.

"I know," she sighed, leaning into him. "I just can't help but wonder what we're doing wrong."

"I wonder too, sweetheart." He kissed her softly on the forehead. "I wonder too."

With that they composed themselves, kissed goodbye, and went off to care for Pixie Hollow. As she settled a squabble in Tinker's Nook, she smiled to herself.

"I'll always have my fairies." She whispered into the breeze.

••••••••••

Verinty walked the hallways of her school. She was supposed to be in health class, but they were talking about abuse today. She decided to skip instead of facing her demons that would rise.

"Verinty Smith?" A voice questioned. Verinty stopped dead in tracks and cursed under her breath. It was her principal.

"Yes?" She asked turning to face the overweight man.

"I've been told you're skipping." He stated, crossing his arms. Verinty nodded and walked towards him. "Let's go then." He led her to his office.

When she entered the small room she wanted to die. Her mother was there. They had called her mother! And she didn't look happy.

"Verinty, why were you skipping?" Her mother asked in a harsh tone.

"They were discussing child abuse and I didn't feel like going." Verinty said sternly. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like standing up to her witch of a mother.

"Well," her principal spoke before her mother could. Both he and Verinty could see the fire in her eyes. Verinty cringed on the inside; she knew that fire meant no good. "If you had just told us that, we could have accused you."

"No, I wouldn't allow that." Her mother said bitterly. "Verinty doesn't deserve any special treatment."

"If that is the way you feel, Mrs. Smith, then we have to send Verinty home with you today." The principal informed the mother.

"That's fine. There is a nice list of chores waiting for her as punishment." Mrs. Smith stood and took her daughter's arm, leading her away.

Shoving her into the car, her mother slammed the door.

"Just wait." She snorted. "You've got guts to pull this kind of crap." They rode in silence. Suddenly, her mother pulled to the side of the road and slapped Verinty across the face.

"No!" Verinty screamed and swung back.

"Don't you dare hit me!" Her mother screamed, grabbing her car keys and cutting Verinty's arm with them.

'I will not cry! I will not cry!' Verinty told herself. She sat helpless in the car as her mother beat her.

••••••••••

Clarion and Milori walked hand and hand through Pixie Hollow. They were currently in Springtime Square. Nobody else was out since it was late at night. Even though the moon was high, neither of the rulers could sleep.

"Clarion," Milori stopped and held both of her hands. "I think we should stop trying for a little."

"What?" Clarion asked, pulling her hands away. "I thought you wanted a child."

"I do," Milori sat down and hung his head. "It's just so hard right now." Clarion's upset face softened as she sat next to her husband. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. "Is it me?" Milori whispered softly.

"No," Clarion whispered back. "You just told me earlier today that it was nobody's fault."

"I still feel like it's mine." He whispered. She covered his face in loving kisses.

"Honey," she looked him in the eyes. "You are perfect in every way. There is no way you are the reason we can't conceive a child." Her soft words soothed Milori's aching soul, if only for a little.

"You are amazing, you know that?" He told her, taking her face in his hands. Caressing her cheekbones, he leaned in and kissed her.

"Let's take a break." Clarion said when they broke apart. "Maybe it'll do us good."

"Ok," he nodded, taking her hand to help her up. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Together they walked back to their room and climbed into bed. Clarion was cuddled against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and deep breathing. Unlike her husband she couldn't get to sleep. So, she climbed out of the bed and knelt on the floor.

"Mother dove," she began to pray quietly. "I know you're probably busy with more important problems, but I need your help. Every time I go and check that pixie dust it's gold, and it's slowly destroying me. I'm so happy with my life. I really am. You've given me a wonderful talent and fairies to look after. And the husband you've destined me to be with is the most loving sparrow man in Neverland. But the one thing I want, and my husband for that matter, is a child. And we just can't seem to have that. I know we're blessed. We are very blessed. I just need your help. Please, I don't care how anymore, just please bless us with a child."

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"Dear God," Verinty prayed. Her voice was hardly a whisper. The last thing she needed was her mother to hear her. "You've blessed me with plenty of things, and I have complete faith in the path you've created for me, but I'm just so confused. Why am I being tormented daily? My Lord, all I want, all I'll ever ask for, is a new family."

Please tell me what you guys think of this story. Should I continue it? I have a couple more chapters prewritten, so I may upload those anyway. But I would really like your reviews since this story has a completely different tone than everything else I've written. It would really help me grow as a writer. Thanks!