A crackling sound could be heard before a visual popped up on the screen of a video camera.
"Okay, Wanda, tell the camera what you're doing tomorrow!" The woman holding the video camera beamed at her daughter in bed.
The little girl twisted her yellow bed sheets in her fingers, her hair splayed out around her on the pillow.
"I'm going to Earth!"
"And why is that?"
The child smiled proudly up to her mother.
"I want to be a fairy godmother just like mommy!"
The older female fairy with light pink hair, a mix of her mother's pink hair and her father's blonde hair, closed the camera and set it on the bedside table. She reached down and stroked the bangs from her young daughter's eyes. Wanda leaned into her mother's touch and her eyelids flickered.
Her mother laughed, "Sweetie, I think it's time you fell asleep. We have to get up for work tomorrow!" She reached over and switched off the bedside table lamp.
Wanda pouted, "Mommy! I'm not tired!" Her mother held her cheek, and Wanda's eyes fluttered close.
"Goodnight, Sweetie. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mommy…" And with those last words, the vibrantly pink-haired girl, courtesy of her grandmother and enhanced by her father's side, fell into a deep slumber, looking forward to the next day's adventure. The woman gave the girl a small kiss on the cheek and sauntered out of the bedroom, quickly glancing at her angel before shutting her bedroom door for the night.
She skipped down the stairs upon hearing the front door open and close. At the front door, she met a man wearing a pinstripe suit, his dark hair slicked back. He took a small white coat from the little blonde girl next to him, who looked peculiarly like Wanda.
"Hey, strangers." They both looked up to see who had greeted them. Upon recognizing who stood in the doorway, the child had bound over and jumped into her mother's arms.
"Blonda, honey, how was it?"
"They liked me, Mommy!" Blonda beamed at her mother, clearly excited about how the day went. "They really liked me!"
"You should have seen them, Tiffany." The two glanced over at the man who joined in the conversation.
Tiffany rose an eyebrow playfully, "Oh, really?"
"They were all over her!" He laughed, "I'm telling you, one day we're going to be flying down the road and we'll see a billboard saying 'Blonda, the star!: one of two proud daughters of Nicholas and Tiffany'!"
"Knock it off, Nick. The child needs to go to bed." Tiffany joked, kissing her daughter's cheek and hurrying her to her own bedroom.
Tiffany, after putting her other beloved daughter to bed, walked down to the kitchen, wearing sweat pants, a tank top, and a fluffy white robe.
She found her husband sitting at the kitchen table, jacket tossed aside, drinking a cup of black coffee.
"You know you shouldn't be drinking coffee that strong at 11 at night, or at all." Startled, Nick looked up from the newspaper he was holding, causing his wife to chuckle. She walked over and sat in his lap.
Tiffany gently kissed him on the lips and pulled back to speak, "Our children are going to grow up to be wonderful young ladies. Wanda a godmother, and Blonda a star! Unbelievable!"
The twin's father nodded and looked away sadly. Tiffany took his hands in hers and smiled softly, "What's the matter?"
"I-I know you want to spend time with Wanda and let her have her experience, but…" He trailed off, but soon picked up, "But you're taking her to EARTH! Are you sure it's safe?"
"Nick.." She kissed him, but he quickly pulled away.
"I'm being serious, Tiff. Aren't they in some sort of… war or something? The civil war?"
"Nick, don't worry," She comforted her husband lovingly, "Madison lives nowhere near where any of the battles have taken place. You're being overprotective."
She pecked him on the lips and hugged him around his neck, each resting their head on the other's shoulder.
"Nick, you'll just have to trust me."
The tear slipped down her cheek…
The family of four sat at the kitchen table. Wanda was in her chair, bouncing up and down happily for the events she would soon encounter.
Blonda sat across from her, groggily spooning eggs into her mouth, having come home late last night.
The two fairy parents sat on either side of them, quietly and thoughtfully chewing their food.
After a few moments of eating and putting dishes in the sink, Wanda and her mother hastily said goodbye to Blonda and Nick, and hurried outside.
Once they were outside their front door, Wanda looked up at her mother.
"Mommy? How do we get to Earth?"
Tiffany smiled down at her daughter, "By poofing, Sweetie. Now, hold on!"
The child grasped the pink-haired fairy's hand as they were surrounded by a purplish-pink smoke. Coughing, Wanda opened her eyes and gasped. She found her mother and herself in a small log and stone cabin. They appeared to be in a young girl's room.
The hardwood floor was covered in a quilted variety of animal furs. There was a small dresser in front of big windows that were blocked by thick red curtains. Looking over, she saw another window above the bed, which was covered in a fluffy and pillow.
Wanda happily bounced over and jumped on the bed, pulling back the curtains. Outside, she could see a thick wood. Out the other window, she could see miles and miles of plantations.
Wow!
"Mommy, Mommy! Look!" The little fairy pointed to a man galloping on a horse across the fields. She then pointed to a boy wearing long black shorts, a white shirt, and a plaid vest walking across the field towards a chapel in the distance.
She beamed, "Where are we?"
"Well, Sweetie, it is the July of is in the middle of a war: between the north and the south. We're in northeastern Missouri."
Wanda nodded and looked up at her mother, yawning.
Tiffany laughed lightheartedly, "Wanda, Sweetie, I think you should take a nap. We stayed up late last night because you wanted to, and you need your energy to play with Madison when she gets back from Church in a few hours!"
The older fairy scooped up her daughter playfully nuzzling Wanda's nose with her own, and tucked her into her godchild's bed.
"And don't worry," Tiffany mumbled to her already half-asleep daughter, "I'll wake you when Madison comes back so you can spend plenty of time to play with her."
Wanda tried mumbling a response, but it came out a jumble of moans as she quickly fell asleep on the unbelievably soft mattress and pillow.
Tiffany bent down and kissed her daughter's forehead, "Goodnight, my sweetheart."
WOWEE!
Another chapter on this story?
I was thinking of not continuing on this story because even though I LOVE the general plotline I have for this story, I thought the first chapter sucked.
And a few things I should point out about this story/chapter:
Yes, this is a flashback. It'll probably continue for at LEAST the next chapter, and maybe the one after.
Yes, I know I used the pet name "Sweetie" repeatedly. That was on purpose.
It is 1864, during the time of the Civil War. Correct me if I'm wrong about any facts. I literally spent a good twenty minutes of Chemistry looking up specific facts just to write this chapter.
And I need FEEDBACK because I'm not sure whether this story is worth continuing, even though I want it to.