This is my little cousins story... so be gental on the reviews

Have you ever had the feeling that you're forgetting something? Forgetting something really important? Some never find out what they have forgotten, but for others they find out more than they bargain for.

Tinkerbell awoke feeling the light of the day sun. bathing onto her warm skin. Her golden bangs hung over her blue eyes, shielding them from the brightness. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and sat up, letting out a huge yawn and stretching her arms in front of her.

Then she glanced around the room filled with tools and odd mechanisms that also cluttered the shelves. Tink jumped when the cricket shot out of the nearby clock and made its morning wake up call. This went on for several minutes each time she jumped a little less. When the cricket finally finished Tink continued her observation of the room. Off to the right was a spool of thread jumbled with many more tools and mechanisms piled on top. To the left was what seemed to be a fireplace with dimming coals.

She got up out of what appeared to be a giant pink seashell that rocked back and forth. Tink glanced down to the floor and saw her leaf green dress and matching shoes. Out of curiosity she bent down and poked the cotton balls that were the tip of her shoes. So soft, but why put them on my feet? She suddenly felt that something was looming over her shoulder. When she turned she saw a pair of thin, clear wings that originated from her back. Lightly touching them with her hands, she could easily tell how delicate they were. She fluttered them gently, but when she expected to hover above the ground she remained grounded. Can't fly, so what now?

She took a few steps forward and then began to roam around the room. When she stared upward she saw bright green leaves that created a roof where cracks of light seeped in. Where am I? Tink suddenly tripped over something and fell to the hard cool ground. She glanced back towards her feet to see some sort of metal bowl and picked it up. As she looked into it she saw her reflection in it's bronze shine. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders and saw her complexion that was nearly perfect. Who am I?
Tink hopped back to her feet, the metal bowl still in hand. Her gaze immediately fell towards the mirror where she turned in all different directions surveying her full appearance. What am I? As she continued to stare her golden hair slowly fell back into her face. Quickly she glanced around the room for something to tie it up with. Tink found some grass ribbon and quickly put her hair up in a bun. She didn't know why she put it in a bun, she didn't even know how to put it in a bun, but it felt right, sort of like an instinct.

Then she walked over to the closet filled with hanging outfits. All of which were the same exact dress she wore except for a winter coat that matched them. She glanced back down at her dress a moment. Do I live here? A sudden noise occurred behind her and she flinched. Cautiously, Tink turned around to see an open chest at the other side of the room. When she walked over to it the chest was empty. Something suddenly tapped her shoulder and she whizzed around to come face to face with a firefly wuth a happy smiling expression. It had big beady eyes, and glowed a cheerful green. Its happy expression soon turned to confusion as Tink continued to stare at it puzzled.

"Do I know you?" Tink asked.

The firefly's expression became horrified, he began buzzing and making many gestures to things around the room.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you,".

His expression quickly turned to an annoyed one, but it became excited moments later and zoomed to the other end of the room. It pointed all of its little legs at the dying fireplace. Tink walked over to the firefly and the fireplace. The firefly then gestured half of its legs towards himself and then back to the practically dead fire. She stared at the firefly confused so he repeated this multiple times. Suddenly she got it.

"You're trying to tell me your name!".

The firefly filled with joy and glee as he buzzed happily. Then he resumed pointing at the fire.

"Ok, here goes. It has something to do with fire right?".

He nodded vigirously back to her.

"Ok then. Let's see... Flame?".

The firefly shook his head.

"Ash?".

He shook his head once again.

"Flicker?".

An annoyed expression returned to the firefly and he shook his head once more.

Tink went on naming random names and words. She was beginning to lose hope.

The firefly kept shaking his head so much when she finally did say his name he had to pause to nod to her.

"Blaze! That's your name!".

He nodded crazily to her.

"Well this is wonderful... Except now we need to figure out who I am,".

Blaze's happy mood dispersed just as her's did, but brightened just as quickly. He tugged at her arm and she followed him to the door. When she peeked through the window she saw a blue butterfly flying by and some flowers blowing in the early morning breeze. Slowly, she opened the door and took a step outside. The breeze felt warm and calming against her. She began to walk along the large tree root before her. Tink looked up to the sky to see the bright sun and floating white clouds.

She spun around and looked at the building she emurged from. It was a white tea pot and a very large one at that. Who would live in a tea pot? Blaze suddenly appeared in front of her, buzzing to get her attention. He nudged her to continue on down the root.

"Ok, ok, I'm going," she laughed.