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'Once upon a time, there was an lonely widow who longed for a child of her own. One day, she paid a visit to a good witch who gave her a tiny barleycorn. "Plant it in a flower pot," she said, "and, see what happens."

The widow planted it and watered it every day…'

The widow went over to the flower pot and began to water it, as she did on any normal day. As she put the watering can down, she gasped when she saw a flower start to grow from it. As the flower grew, the top of the stem broke off into two separate red and white buds, side by side. "Oh, what pretty flowers!" The widow exclaimed. She gently kissed the red flower bud.

The red bud opened up to reveal a tiny girl inside. She had orange hair in a ponytail, a turquoise headband, and flowers around the top of her ponytail. Her dress had a white top with short sleeves, a turquoise corset, and a long, cornflower skirt, along with turquoise shoes.

The girl stepped out onto the widow's open hand. "Hello, Mother." She said, smiling. She held onto her mother's thumb and waved at her.

"I will call you Thumbelina." The widow smiled. Then, she glanced back at the white flower bud. "I wonder…" She gently kissed it. As the white bud opened, Thumbelina and her mother were surprised when they heard a rather loud yawn.

Inside of the bud was a girl, similar to Thumbelina. She had bright, fire red hair that was very curly. She had bangs that were swept to the left side of her face. It was also in a ponytail, with a white headband and little white roses around the top of her ponytail. She had on a dress with a light gray top with long sleeves that went down to the base of her thumbs, a white belt, and a long, layered teal skirt.

She looked over at her family and smiled. "Hi, Mother. Hi, sister." She leaped into the widow's palm, losing her balance slightly as she landed.

The widow never felt happier. She had been blessed with 2 children, instead of just 1! She had the perfect name in mind for her fire-headed youngest daughter. "I will call you…Seraphina."

[During 'Thumbelina']

The widow, Thumbelina, and Seraphina all did their chores around the farm. While Thumbelina helped their mother with her work, Seraphina watched the skies. Just then, Seraphina heard a low croak behind her and turned in alarm. She looked around for the source.

"I wonder what that was. It sounded like a toad…" Then, she heard it again. She shrieked in fear and ran to find

She found them getting ready to go inside. Thumbelina smiled at her sister. "Hi, Seraphina." When she saw her sister's turquoise eyes were darting from side to side, she added, "What's wrong? You looked like you've seen a ghost."

"Well, I… oh, it was nothing." Seraphina decided against telling her sister of the ominous croaks she'd heard.

Thumbelina raised an eyebrow at her twin. Before she could say anything, their mother called for them to come inside. "Come on, Sera. You can tell Mother later on." Seraphina nodded and followed her sister into their mother's hand.

Later that afternoon, the widow was reading to her daughters. Thumbelina was perched atop her mother's nose while Seraphina sat on her shoulder. "This is the story of the brave dog, who saved the king from an evil wizard." The family dog, Hero, barked happily, imagining he was that dog.

Before the widow could continue, Thumbelina interjected. "Oh, Mother. Are there any stories about… about little people?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, there are, Thumbelina. Look." The widow dipped her head a little and caught Thumbelina in her hand, and Seraphina jumped on before it got too low. The girls stepped onto the book page and looked at the picture.

Thumbelina gasped. "Why, they are little! Just like us!" she smiled at her twin.

Seraphina pointed to the wings on the fairy's back. "But, what are those, Mother?"

"Those are wings, girls. Those are fairies, and fairies have wings, so they can fly!" The widow explained. She pointed to the other page. "And, here, the fairy prince and princess are having a wedding."

Thumbelina crawled under her mother's glasses to see her better. "So… I suppose it works best, if two people are about the same size?"

"Y-yes, of course…" The widow answered hesitantly.

"Yes…" Seraphina said softly and sadly. She looked back at the picture of the fairy prince. "We-well, that's not fair…"

Thumbelina added. "We must be the only little people in the whole world. I wish we were big."

"Me, too." Sera agreed.

"No, girls. No. Don't ever wish to be anything but what you are." Seeing the sad looks on her daughters' faces, the widow said, "Bedtime, dears. It's been a long day." The girls climbed into her hand and held onto her thumb as she carried them to bed.

She set Seraphina on the table near her bed. She liked to sleep by the window. She climbed into her chestnut bed and snuggled in. Then, the widow put Thumbelina into her bed, which sat on top of the crib she'd made for when she had a child. Before she left, Thumbelina called, "Mother?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Could you leave the book open?"

"Of course." The widow picked up the bed and carried it over to the table. She sat it on top of some other books and propped the storybook in front of her daughters.

"Now, we can look at the pictures while we go to sleep." Seraphina beamed happily. "Good night, Mother."

"Good night, girls." As she departed, she turned to Hero. "You take good care of them, Hero." Hero barked in response. With that, the widow left.

Thumbelina gently got out of bed and looked over at the picture. She bowed to it, pretending the prince in the story was actually there. "Do you think there are real fairies, Sera?"

Seraphina looked out the window and shrugged. "There could be. Who knows?" She stood up and walked over to the window sill.

Thumbelina

"I know there's someone… Somewhere, someone…
Who's sure to find me soon…"

Seraphina danced in front of the stained glass of the window, her reflection a different color in each part.

Seraphina

"After the rain goes, there are rainbows
I'll find my rainbow, soon…"

While Thumbelina glanced back at the picture of the prince, Seraphina looked out the window.

Both

"Soon, it won't be just pretend…
Soon, a happy ending!

Love, can you hear me?
If you're near me,
Sing you song… Sure, and strong, and…
Soon…"

The girls sighed. Thumbelina crossed her arms and gave a side-glance at the storybook. "I wonder if there really are such things as fairies…"

My attempt at a Thumbelina with a sister fanfic. Credit goes where credit is due.