AN: I'm really tired, but finally the last chapter.
It was a nice ride writing this story.

#7) Fairy Tale

"Real life isn't a fairy tale."

Even though many perceived her as an innocent child, Wendy knew that the world was not only flowers and smiles. She had seen many things a child shouldn't have seen and faced. So many negative emotions. Pain, despair, greed, madness… in her short journey she had met all of them, sometimes in even different forms.

But even after everything she had gone through, her dream trigger was still a solid one. It had received some scratches, especially some ugly ones from the Tartarus incident, but not a single part of it had broken.

That is, until the Alvarez war reached her with the full weight of what a war really is.

The amount of hurt people was insane for starters. But things just went downhill from there. Wendy had gone to Hargeon and there the struggle was real and scary.

The fight against Dimaria and Chelia losing her magic, along with the fact that she almost lost Charle, all in the same battle, left some freshly opened wounds in Wendy. And the Historia… A hurtful scar reopened. A scar she wore with some kind of pride, but it still hurt like no tomorrow when it reopened.

All those emotions from then, let loose again, bringing some of the worse consequences Wendy could never had pictured before.

Wendy was terrified. Terrified of having to face that hurtful and gruesome part of her past. Wendy was badly beaten, she had almost no energy left to fight. Wendy felt like giving up, but she couldn't. Not with both Chelia and Charle counting on her.

The scratched dream trigger got its first crack on this moment. The first small piece broke inside.

The scenery painted right out of a horror story didn't last long. The seven stars blasted Neinhart away and his Historias ended up defeated, just like him. But the terror and despair was still there. Hidden, somewhere deep inside the fighters, especially the youngest ones.

And for once, Wendy felt like the desperate words were right. Fairy Tales were pretty and lovely, but they would never be real. There was no place in the real world for happy-ending fairy tales.

A second crack showed up in the young girl's dream trigger. It wasn't enough to break it, but no matter what happened, the lost innocence would never come back. For such is the nature of a cracked dream.