Title: A Fairy's Tale
Chapter Title: Whispers
Summary: §A lone fairy sits by the mermaid lagoon, dreaming of her prince. A secret surrounds her heart, and darkens her eyes.§ You're a fairy, who woulda thunk it?
Author: shasanixie
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The next day the sun was shining brightly through the fluffly clouds, and you woke as a strip of light crossed your face. You moaned slightly, stretching out your arms as you did. You smiled a sleepy smile and sat up in your bed, leaning against your forearms. You cast a quick glance over to Tink's bed, and see that she is still asleep.
You smiled again and quietly got out of bed. You changed into your yellow outfit, then swiftly pinned your hair up and out of your face. You then washed your face and brushed your teeth with your finger, as was usual. After you were completely dressed and finished with your morning routine, you sat on the bed, pulling your bare feet under you as you sighed. The Boys were gone, Peter with them (you assumed), and Tinkerbell still asleep. That didn't leave you with too many options.
After a few minutes of racking your mind for ideas, you finally came up with a vague one. You knew it wouldn't be too much fun, but it would give you something to do rather than stand there and wait for your friend to wake.
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You slowly walked closer to the edge of the bush. You pushed away the leaves, and a small, sincere smile appeared on your face. You passed through the leaves, then continued on into the small pathway in front of you.
On either side were small houses, made of twigs, leaves, vines; anything that would hold together. They were spaced evenly away from each other, giving each house a decently large yard. The soft songs from the birds helped to accentuate the peaceful feeling you got whenever you were there.
Your steps strayed from the path, taking you over to the smallest, yet most beautiful house of them all. It was made of strong vines, leaves which had long since started to shrivel and die, and crackling flower petals. You reached out a hand to gently, barely touch the door. It fell off one of its 'hinges', but swung open all the same. Inside, you saw a small room, in which rested a bed, a small table, some chairs, a home made closet, and a beautiful wooden baby crib.
The baby crib caught your attention, and you hesitantly walked over to it. Peering inside, you saw a perfectly good blanket. The blanket was a pale yellow color, and it was crumpled into a heap, as if someone had hastily thrown it in. You reached out, picked it up from its heap, and lay it over your hands. It was smooth, and smelled slightly of charred firewood and preserved herbs. You closed your eyes to keep the welling tears from falling.
Allowing the baby blanket to slip from your hands back in to the crib, you walked out, placing your hand to your face so as to keep the cries down. However, a noise made you look up. A firefly sat in the middle of the pathway, flicking its wings in and out. You just stared at it, it returning your stare. You didn't know what it wanted, nor how to ask it the question. So you simply stood there, eyes brimmed with tears, arms hanging limpy at your sides, until it flew away.
After the firefly flew away, you began to hear the wind rustling leaves. But as the wind died down again, the noise of the leaves moving about was replaced by soft whispers. You stood, fingers itching at your sides as you struggled to make them out. They were talking, hushed and worried, about a monster. A large, yet young human, who was more monster for destorying their village.
The whispers began to swirl around you, telling you how the village was evacuated. About how they barely managed to get all the kids out safely. And lastly, about how they had to rebuild a new home. This brought the tears to fall, streaming freely down your cheeks. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past you and off in the direction that the pathway led. Not sure exactly what it meant, you decided to run after it and see where it led you.
As you reached where the wind stopped, you saw a locket laying on the ground. Hesitating, you went over and picked it up. Upon examining it, you found it was a locket meant for you, from your grandmother. It was to give to your prince, when you found him, on the night of the moon. You sighed in sorrow, before slipping it on. And as you headed back towards the Tree House, you knew it would be a long night.