"Dear diary,
6am couldn't come soon enough. I was awake long before it. Bleu said we'd go see the mortal world. I can't wait to go, I watch them ever night from the clouds and today I was going to see how there world worked. . . .
Bleu came dead on 6am. I was sat there on my bed with a small bag. Filled with juice and food. She was dressed differently.. She said like a mortal and made me change, and with some help I looked like a mortal child... They wear funny clothes, so hard to put on.
"Nova let's go" Bleu said holding her hand out to her. "When down in the world of Mortals you have to not use your wings. And most definitely no magic" Bleu told me... I knew if I was Disobedient I'd be in so very much trouble, and that I made the promise.
We flew down to the church that Bleu said was a safe haven to the fairies in the mortal world. Nothing bad could happen to us there she said over and over to me. "Remember the rules Nova." She said to me as we went out of the church into the world. And there stood this man. Dressed in a black cloak his face not showing but Bleu knew who it was, pushing me behind her... Protecting me.
"Hello Bleu.. I knew this day would come... You thought you could keep her from me. But I would never be kept from my daughter" the dark one said sharply as he lowered his cloak.
"Daddy" I muttered as she tried to move to walk to him let Bleu wouldn't let me.
"He is dangerous Nova. He is filled with dark magic." Bleu said as she picked up the little Pink fairy and held me close, protecting me as if she was my mother.
"You haven't told her have you Bleu... That we are her parents" Zoso said and made me widen my eyes confused and shocked. I always thought my mother was a mortal... Dead.
My mother held me. I fighter her to let go of me. I was lied to. I was scared. I wanted to be alone. I wanted the truth. But most of all I wanted to cry. I bit Bleu making her drop me, running off into the Forest. Letting Zoso and Bleu fight it out.
I sat by an oak tree... Or that's what I thought it was.i cried and cried for the only one person I could trust... Now she was her aunt. "Auntie Tinkerbelle" I cried out. Waiting knowing a small green ball would come to me and there would be my aunt.. But nothing nothing came. I was alone no one to talk to. No one to help me understand.
Diary. I am glad I packed you in my bag. For I am trapped on this mortal plane.. Until someone finds me. But who.. I see my mother...Bleu is good... My father is the feared dark one.. Who will find me. I hope it is my mother... I am good but deep down I feel darkness and hope my father will show me the true me.