The little fairy looked up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. The young fairy sleepily opened her eyes and immediately saw an amazing golden colour pouring from a pool high in a tall, oak wood tree. She was so mesmerized, she didn't bother to look around.
"Hello!"
"Hi!"
"She's so pretty!"
The whispers came from all around her. Her blue eyes widened and searched the place. There were people with wings all around her. They were sitting high up in the tree which she seemed to being the middle of. The whispers became louder as the people realized she was awake.
"Look at those freckles!"
"She looks so innocent,"
"Awe, look! She's blushing!"
Indeed, the red-head's face was quickly burning up from all the attention. Her wide eyes roamed over everything in the room, taking in every last detail. The celling was covered in tiny lights that were floating around. The room was like a dome, with seats for everyone that lived in the Hollow.
"I wonder what her talent will be,"
"Shh, Queen Clarion's coming!"
The leaves that separated the inside of the tree and the outside world parted and a very beautiful fairy, whom she guessed was Queen Clarion, flew in. The tiny fairy took a good, long look at the Queen's wings. The tip glowed so brightly she almost squinted. She noticed there was a small rip near the top of the left wing.
The Queen made her way towards the fairy.
She kneeled and held her hand out. The red-head took her hand gratefully, She was not entirely sure if she could stand or not.
"Welcome, to your new home, Pixie Hollow," The Queen smiled warmly. She moved to the young fairy's back. The little fairy panicked. "Shh, it's all right, I will not hurt you," the Queen whispered.
Queen Clarion brushed her hands against something on the fairy's back. The little fairy looked behind her. What she saw amazed her. Her very own set of wings.
She laughed and jumped in the air, still holding the Queen's hand. The Queen softly brought her back down with a tug of her hand.
"Belle, please bring the objects," The Queen kindly ordered.
A pixie bowed and nodded, conjuring a small, pink flower in mid-air .Brown toadstools with flat surfaces appeared with a loud pop in a circle around the fairy and Queen.
"What must I do?" her voice seemed so sweet and soft, yet rough and raspy from not speaking for so long.
More and more Pixies came forwards and dropped objects onto the toadstools. A fairy with blonde - almost white - hair came over and dropped a snowflake right in front of the young pixie. The fairy winked and flew away. The new fairy smiled at her before turning back to the objects. A flower, a hammer, a snowflake, a tornado, a drop of water, a bird, and a beam of light.
Up in the treetops, a fairy woke with a jolt when the toadstools appeared. He had a habit of dozing off during these kinds of celebrations. But he was wide awake when he saw the new pixie. She had long, red hair and bright blue eyes that could hypnotize you to do anything.
She was smiling like crazy and he couldn't help but smile with her.
Then she frowned. He copied.
"What must I do?" she asked. His heart fluttered when he heard her voice. So sweet and innocent.
Queen Clarion beckoned to the objects. The pixie attentively walked over to the first item that caught her eye – the beam of light. He noticed her eyes glowed brighter as she neared. As soon as she was about to touch it, the light disappeared. She seemed confused and looked at the Queen for help.
"Keep going, dear," Queen Clarion edged her on.
The pixie walked past the flower and headed for the tornado. She reached out her finger again, but it blew up in a puff of smoke. The pixie flew back in shock, and landed on the hammer. It clattered to the floor as the whole auditorium laughed. He chuckled as a piece of her wild hair landed on her forehead. She puffed it out of the way and got back up, brushing off her white dress.
As she walked away from the hammer, it rose silently in the air. She turned around to go to the snowflake but fell short in attempt to grab it.
Instead, the young pixie wandered towards the hammer, reaching one hand out. As the red-head grabbed the hammer, it started glowing. So bright, oh so very brightly. The entire Hall shielded their eyes. But he kept looking. He did not want to miss a single movement the pixie did. Her wings shot out, they too glowing, and fluttered a bit and lifting her off her feet. She looked away from the hammer, and squeezed her eyes shut. At this point, he was also forced to close his eyes.
After the commotion was over, he looked around in alarm. The last time the hammer ever glowed bright was when the famous Tinker Bell had held it, and her life was full of danger.
Probably why she died on her last trip. The male pixie thought.
Then the whole auditorium burst into applause. Especially the Tinker fairies. He saw his best friend, Robin, hooting and whistling. He reluctantly clapped along. He was a dust keeper fairy.
He looked back at the pixie to find her staring at him.