"You might want to wear something less... ostentatious," He was right, I couldn't just go out into the village wearing 100 pink diamonds on my dress. Most of the people in the village are kind ,but there are dangerous people out there. Not to mention all the unnecessary attention a princess gets.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute," I climbed up the staircase two steps at a time. I opened up the double doors into my room and changed into some extra peasant clothes I have just in case. Then I went downstairs to a patient Fang.

"Okay, lets go," We lived in a relatively small kingdom so we didn't have to get a horse. We strolled the streets and no one gave me second glance. I saw a kid around my age selling apples. I didn't recognize him, so I assume he must be Iglande. He was tall, blonde, and wore a thick pair of darkened spectacles.

"Hello, you must be Iglande. I'm Maxima," I said, sticking out my hand. He jumped, as if I sneaked up on him.

"Hi. I'm Angela, and that's Iglande. He's blind," Angela was around 4. She has curly blonde hair than fanned out like a halo. She wore a worn-out pink dress. She was very lovely.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

"By the way, thank you for the gift basket, that's very kind of you," She said. My brow furrowed. I brought a gift basket but its tucked into my sack, surely out of view.

"Oh! Uh, I mean that I assume you brought us," She added in nervously.

"Um, okay then," I said confused as I handed her a welcoming gift basket full of cheese, apples, and hearty raisin bread. "Welcome to Maltarre,"

"Thank you, Princess," How did she know I was a princess? It was like... she could read minds. There were witches and wizards who could read minds, but she hardly looked like a witch. Are witches normally so lovely? Maybe she was blessed by a fairy, like me. Fairies usually only bless nobility and she was a peasant. Even if a fairy were to bless her with mind-reading, that would be illegal. The Erasols (our government) destroyed any fairy who would attempt to give that gift. I was going to press for more, but what would I say. "Excuse me, but can you read minds?" She would think I was crazy. But then again, I did have wings, was it not possible that this Angela could read minds?

I turned to leave but I was so absorbed in my thought I tripped, pushing the cart of apples and tipping it over. The cart of possibly hundreds of apples fell on Angela!

"No!" I screamed. People started screaming around. Then delicate little Angela crawled out. Unharmed. And if I wasn't shocked enough, the cart slightly ripped the back of her dress revealing two 8- foot wings.

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