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Fairy Ring

There the mother sat on a stump of a former tree as its lover still stood tall and proud as moss climb upon it trying to reach for the sky. Isabella's little one ran around the little sanctuary in the lush life know as the forest, picking flower as her giggles danced in the air creating a joyous tune for all to hear.

The little girl was unaware of the dark clouds creeping in on this peaceful happy moment promising tears that would be kissed away by the rain, arguments to be silenced by thunder and emotions to be intensified by lighting.

"Mommy, do I have enough to be a fairy?" Her little one asked holding a bundle of flowers in her tiny little arms.

"Yes, my little one you have more than enough flowers to make you into a fairy." Bella replied as she helped her daughter place the flowers in her lap once that was done she began to weave the colors into a crown fit for her little fairy of a daughter and help but smile warmly at her little one as she danced around and sang about being a fairy.

The watchful mother turned her gaze towards the sky and watched as the dark clouds spread its wings and seemed dead set to perch upon the area of La Push before it continued its journey to the horizon.

"Little one, come here. After all a fairy needs her crown of flowers to be considered a real fairy." She sang to her daughter while presenting the crown of woven colors of assorted flowers to see if her little one approved.

"Mommy it's perfect!" Her little one cheered as she ran to her mother to receive the proof of acceptance into becoming a fairy.

All the porcelain mother could do is smile and giggle at her daughter's innocence as she placed the crown of flowers upon her head.

"Do I look like a fairy, Mommy?" Her little one asked with hopeful eyes.

"Yes may little one, you look like a fairy of the meadow." Isabella gentile answered her daughter while stroking her cheek as she gave at her joy with loving eyes.

"Thank you Mommy!" Her joy cheered at her mother's reply.

"Now that you're a fairy, are you ready to go see Grandpa Charlie now?" Bella asked since she had filled her daughter's request.

"Yeah, let's go see Grandpa Charlie!" Her little one joyfully giggled out. "I can't wait to show Grandpa Charlie that I'm a fairy!"

Bella could only nod at her little one's statement before she turned her gaze to the sky. Only to see the massive beast of a bird surrounded by a dark mist that was slowly covering the sky.

Yes, this storm was either an ill omen on what the outcome will be when she meets up with her father or it is a promise that the porcelain doll of a woman was going to become fierce mother that would cut down anyone to protect her daughter.

Whichever it maybe Isabella would soon find out and she need to be prepared for it and for him.

The End

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