Amber White
Her long white hair matched the roses, something she prided herself on as they grew each passing day. Her older sister, Rosie, had dark brown hair that went well with her own red roses, but it was no patch on matching. Amber White loved the way her mother had taught her how to carefully preserve all the roses. And now, at the start of winter, she was still staring at her long hair caressing the pale, silky petals.
Hearing a loud sigh, she looked away from her plants to the large bear by the fire, resting peacefully, and her older sister asleep on his back. Three winters ago, the bear had come looking for shelter, aided by his younger brother Alfie, who told them that the Queen had cursed them both: two Princes, one cursed a bear and one cursed to be a Fairy. Alfie granted any of their needs in reply for their shelter for his brother and they welcomed the much needed help. It was hard to live through winter in a cottage where snow fell down the chimney sometimes and there was no heat unless they gathered wood themselves. But they made it through.
The door opened with a small creak and Amber White turned her attention to the human sized boy that had just appeared: Alfie himself, disguised as human. She knew better than to hug him because underneath the illusion, he was just ten centimetres tall and very easy to hurt. 'Hey, everyone…I need help.'
'What's wrong, Alfie?' She asked, hurrying up to him. 'What do you need?'
'I know what the cure is.' He took a deep breath. 'There are rumours circling around the forest. One thing that can cure all the Fates…its Queen Joy's blood. If we drink it, we break the curse.' He sounded so sure of himself.
'And how do we kill the Queen?' Rosie shuddered. 'Although she is evil, there is no way any of us can get close enough to take off her head without alerting all her guards to kill us. Or her black hearted husband.'
'Shush!' Alfie cried. 'She has the invisibility cloak! She can hear us if she wants to!' he cried.
'I will stay with your brother.' Amber White's mother promised. 'And someone needs to tend the Rose bushes.'
'I shall stay help, mother.' Rosie told her, taking her hand. All four looked at Amber White: the Fairy, the bear and her relations, all with mixed feelings as to whether she should stay or go.
'I would lover to go with you. Can you turn me into a fairy?' she smiled her prettiest. 'Please?'
Alf smiled so wide that his grin surpassed his face. With a few seconds of time, he transformed Amber White into a beautifully dressed fairy, with gossamer wings and even longer, prettier curly hair. She was adorned in two large, white petals, for now she was about as tall as a daisy. 'I'll be back!' she cried as Alfie took her hand and they drifted across the velvet night sky, over the forest and away from Amber's childhood home...into adventure.