Last time-"Who are you guys? I have no clue what's going on!"

They all froze to stare at me, scared.

AN- I do not own Tinkerbell or any other thing except my own ideas. In addition, Tinkerbell will be the person who's pov will be the one most used. Therefore, if it doesn't say whose thinking then it will be Tink! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: A fairy's frear

Tink's pov:

As they, all continued to stair at me, I began to feel uncomfortable. Why were they giving me such looks? Did they really know me? Was my name truly,

"Tinkerbell's just joking right?" The black haired girl with the blue dress asked looking at the blonde-haired person. Then turning to me she looked me in the eye and whispered frantically,

"Tink please tell me this is just a big old joke that you just came up with. Tink please tell me that you know me, your friend Silvermist."

So that was her name 'Silvermist', and these strangers apparently called me Tink or Tinkerbell. What weird names. Breaking out of my thought I looked at Silvermist I realized that she was waiting for a answer, great, I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I didn't want to lie to her either.

"Um I'm sorry to say I'm not joking, I don't know any of you. "

The blonde bloke walked over to my bed and kneeled down. Looking me in the eye, he whispered very gently,

"Now Tink I really, really want you to think very hard, can you think of anything?"

I scrunched my eye brows in frustration, I really wanted to remember something that I couldn't seem to grasp; every time I thought I had something, a image, a voice, it faded into the fog of my mind before I could catch it. Finally, in what seemed like forever I sighed in defeat. Looking over to the person that had asked me the question I shook my head sadly, knowing that it would hurt him.

"Nothing. I'm sorry." Getting up from the bed he turned to face the other people, things what ever they were, I really had no clue.

"I think I know what happened to Tinkerbell." turning to look at me "Your head hurts right, you hit it?"

I nodded my head slowly then muttered "Yes."

"Alright I've heard of this happening before, when a fairy…."

I couldn't hear the rest my mind formed around the single word 'fairy'. These were fairies?

"Oh dear she's turning pale!"

"Tinkerbell what's wrong?"

Looking up at them, I whispered,

"You're all fairies?"

The red head smiled, "Well of course dear, why else would we have wings. Your one to."

If I could have gotten paler, I would have.

"Now look what you did your scaring the poor thing out of her mind!"

The girl with the ponytail scolded the red head and flew over to me, Wrapping her arms closely around me she whispered "Now don't you get scared, Fawn's got ya. Don't pay attention to Rosetta, she didn't mean to scare you, she's only trying to help you remember that's all."

Silvermist, Fawn, Rosetta and me Tinkerbell.

Looking up at Fawn I questioned, "Well if I am a fairy then why do I not have wings?"

The large man that had hugged me and had a friend called cheese, finally walked up to me with a small bag frowning he handed it over to me,

"Bobble," he gestured to the small man with glasses, "And I, Clank found them for you, they were stuck in the tree."

Unwrapping the bundle I discover it was, well what was left of them, an almost exact replica of the wings on the backs of the group. Fingering the gingerly, I whispered,

"These were mine?"

I looked down at my hands; they were one of the only things that were not covered in white strips. I really did get beat up bad. Had this really happened to me, where they really telling the truth? Where they really my friends?

Getting up I walked over to a small window, it was gently drizzling, leaving tiny drops of rain on the windowpane. Almost as if, little fairies were crying. Directing my attention back to the folk that clamed to be my friends. I looked around at the room; there was the bed with a lamp beside it along with a chair and table in another corner. Finally, I found what I was looking for, the door leading out. Walking over to it, I tried not to make eye contact to them; finally, I looked up at them,

"I can't stay here; I need to be alone for awhile I'm sorry."

Then I swung open the door and ran out into the mist.

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Vidia's pov.

Looking into the fogy window, I saw that, that goody-to- shoed fairy Tinkerbell was awake. I couldn't get most of what they were saying but I picked out things like

"She needs air"

"Ripped"

"She's joking right?"

"Fairy's?"

Finally, "I can't stay here."

With that Tinkerbell had ran out on the friends leaving then with scared faces. What was going on? Placing my ear up against the window, I strained to listen. Finally Silvermist looked over to Terence and asked,

"Terence we have to go get her she may hurt herself!" Iridesca whispered frantically.

Terence sighed and shook his head,

"No we should let her calm down a bit before we try again. She's been through a lot in such a short time."

Rosetta walked up to him; her eye's filled with confusion

"Why is Tink like this, how come she doesn't remember who we are?"

I gasped in surprise. She didn't remember any of them?

Terence looked up at her sadly and put his head in his hands and muttered something into them.

"What?"

"She has amnesia."

"What's that?"

They all asked together, confused.

"It means that she may not remember us ever again."

I had heard enough. Has I speed away my mind began to for a wonderful plan. A plan to get even with the fairies that dared humiliate me in front of every one.

Oh noes! What is going to happen now! What is she planning to do! Do you like it so far? If you do please tell me.

Next time- I ran as fast as I could, the wind tearing at my face tearing the ribbon in my hair off letting my hair roam free in the air. Finally, I came to a halt in the darkness, I couldn't continue any further. Collapsing on the hard ground, I looked up at the charcoal sky. There where only two stars in the inky sky, one slightly bigger then the other. It was glorious.

Crack

I looked behind me, crouching, ready to start running again. Slowly the dark looming figure walked closer, out of the high grass.

"Who, who are you?"

"Why Tink, you don't even remember your one true best friend?"

The figure smiled then walked into my line of vision.