Tinkerbell's Beginning
Chapter One - The Birth of Fairies
The birth of fairies is like the birth a wonderful story. Clearly from the heart, a story cannot be born without patience and love. The same is for fairies, we need to have a head full of patience and a heart full of love. Each faerie's birth is different but all fairies are born from the innocence of young children who truly, dearly believe. Without children fairies would hold no meaning. This particular story is about the birth of one fairy in particular...
Once upon a time, in a place where time wasn't needed drifted a boy. He lived in a place of paradise that he had stumbled upon when he refused to grow up and ran away and came to a place where there was no age. Mermaids sang and splashed, the sweetest fruit blossomed and the natives carved there future. This boy lived alone in a hollow tree and this suited him fine, he could visit Tiger Lily the Native Princess and scamper along the lagoon with the mermaids. Everything was perfect yet all the same was not, one always needs one to hug their secrets close and Peter, (this was the name he was given), lacked this. It seemed a whole was missing of him, he shrugged it off until the emptiness made him so light he almost floated away.
One day sitting at the highest point of the island gazing out to see, he began to sigh until the sigh turned to sobs. "What is wrong with me?" he sobbed, "why am I so lonely?" He sobbed for his endless loneliness and he begged to anyone one that was listening for a friend. A puddle of tears began to form in front of him and all at once the tears began to shimmer and quake. Peter stopped crying and wiped his eyes he stared at the puddle in shock. Then all at once Peter saw miracles; rainbows, birds singing, angels dancing and the sun glistening. Then all at once there was a tiny creature before his eyes. A tiny girl with hair the colour as the golden sun. Ruby red lips, the clearest, bluest eyes and the most beautiful part wings that seemed to be made of glass, that glistened and shimmered. Peter gasped and sputtered bewildered by this tiny miracle.
"Oh, who are you? What are you?" he asked. The tiny girl seemed to laugh but instead of words came tiny tinkling that sounded like little bells. He flew up to his nose and pinched his cheek. "I shall name you Tinkerbell my beautiful fairy"