Chapter Four-A Time to Change

The bright sun blinded me as I fell onto the net. Suddenly, I was covered with an onslaught of a golden mist-like substance. The ends of the net were brought up into the air by specks of bright light. I rose into the air and found myself looking down at the women who prepared me for my battle. They waved and smiled grimly. In a matter of seconds, I was far above the trees, soaring high by the sun like Icarus. The day was warm, with a cooling breeze. The birds were singing, the flowers were bright and cheery, and the squirrels chattered on the ground. I shifted around in the bet and squinted at the glowing flecks. Upon close inspection, I found they looked like little men and women with wings, and they were glowing like they'd put on sparkling fluorescent paint. I realized that these beings within my dream must be fairies. I was having fun so far, being safe within my dream, seeing these mystical creatures that seemed so realistic right then.

"Hello!" I said. I heard tolling of large bells and ringing of tiny bells, like the ones you'd find on a reindeer's sleigh. I wondered where it was coming from. I whipped my head around, searching for the bells. All I saw was trees below and skies above. As my head moved about, I heard more bells, only this time, it was high-pitched tinkling. I turned to a pink-glowing fairy. She had long, wavy brown hair that reached her feet and covered her nude body. Her large, emerald-shaped purple eyes looked upon me in interest, wonder, and anger as I politely asked her, "Where are those beautiful bells' ringing coming from?" She opened her mouth to giggle at me, and I heard a high-pitched chiming come from her mouth. It suddenly clicked that it was the fairy's speech that was making the noise. I remembered how Wendy never understood what Tink was saying because of her speech, but Peter somehow always did. That thought brought me back to my current predicament. I was on my way to see Peter, and bring Tink back to life. If I didn't, I'd have to wake back up, and end up back in my bed in my horrible town with my horrible life. I sighed and turned back to the fairy, which was still gripping the net tightly and hauling me through the sky with the rest of the fairies.

"You have a very beautiful voice," I said, smiling. She "said" something again, and I grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry to say that I don't understand what you're saying, but I do want to say thank you for taking me to wherever I'm headed to," I said. She looked rather puzzled, most likely at my politeness. The fairies probably thought of my as a murderous brute after what happened to Tink.

As I sat there uncomfortably thinking, I recalled how Peter and Wendy saved Tink by clapping and saying that they believed. I just hoped it worked. I didn't believe, and I knew I was just dreaming, but I really wanted to save her. I hated to be the cause of any deaths. It was one of the reasons I became a vegetarian. I saw the fairies, and I heard them, yet I still didn't believe, because I knew that no matter what, I'd end up back in my bed at home, having to wake up and get ready for another day of torture.

We soon arrived at out destination because I suddenly found myself hurtling toward the ground with a speed that was a bit faster than I was comfortable with. I was going faster, and I screamed for the fairies to stop, but they were gone. As I was nearing the ground, I screamed one last pitiful plea for help, and blacked out.