So I've discovered something.

Well two things really.

If I jump high enough, these little butterflies will gather together under my feet, flying fast in circles, allowing me to ride the current they create so that I float. I can float long distances but after a while the butterflies weaken and I begin to fall, although some of them become strong enough that they flatten their wings enough so that I could lightly step and jump up again. Although, stupidly enough, I can only do this three times before I plummet to my death.

And yes. I have died. Many times. But the butterflies always find a way to reanimate me. It is painful though…

Also, these boots are fantastic.

I now stood on a cliff edge. I had to figure out how to get to the ledge on the other side. I've died here before. I glance over the edge to the streaming river, and the rocks I landed against.

You could see the blood stain where I hit my head against that pointy rock.

Now how the hell do I get across?

You may be thinking "Why don't you just float across?" Don't you think I would've thought of that? I've tried. The gap is too wide for me to jump and float. I use up all three of my jumps just to get to the middle.

"Maybe I could be of assistance?" said a sweet voice behind me. I whirled around to see the little blonde girl with great big white wings, about ten feet across, flying towards me.

"And who might you be?" I asked her, hands on my hips. I don't need help across. I'll just keep dying until I can figure it out.

The girl pondered the question. She then smiled and giggled. "I can't seem to remember!" she exclaimed as she landed next to me, folding her wings behind her.

"What about a name?" I asked.

"Nope! Can't remember that either."

Huh. I took some time to take in her appearance. Her dress was about the same style as mine, just more…pink. The shirt was a pastel pink with gold stripes and it buttoned down with three large green buttons. The collar was the same color only a little darker since it was turned down against her neck and at the ends of the sleeves was hot pink lace. The plaid black and red skirt and white, lace boarded apron was attached to the shirt with a bright pink bow that went around her waist and was tied together in the back with a broken baby doll head. Her golden blonde hair fell straight off her shoulders and down her waist; her big, bright blue eyes were smiling and held mischief.

She was so disgustingly adorable I could puke.

Although, she did give me an idea of what to call her…

"I think I'll call you Angel," I told her.

She looked at me, confusion written all over her face. "Why?"

"Because you look like one."

"Oh. Ok!" she said excitedly, jumping up and down. I smiled. I guess it's nice to have a name, something for people to call you by, even if it wasn't the one you originally had.

"So, Angel. How exactly we're you planning on getting me across?"

I know I said I don't need help, but this kid is adorable, so I'll just let it slide.

"Hm? Oh! Follow me!" she said as she spun around in a circle and disappeared. I looked around me trying to see if I could find her and saw nothing. Well then. I shrugged and was about to try jumping across again when I felt a tug on my leggings. I looked down and found a tiny Angel flying off my boot and landing on the plushy green grass, waving up at me.

Well ok then. She…shrank.

Angel waved her hand, wanting me to follow her as she fell into what looked like a small keyhole in the ground.

"Um, Angel?" I called out. Her head popped up and she grabbed the edges of the keyhole as I knelt down in front of it.

"I can't exactly follow you there," I told her. She turned her head to the side as if to say "why not?"

"Well, I can't shrink." Angel nodded and flew up to my face, gesturing for me to move back. I did as she wanted, careful not to get too close to the ledge so that I won't fall and die again.

Turning my head back to Angel, I saw that she was normal size again. She smiled and giggled again.

"Sorry, I forgot you haven't taken the potion yet! Silly me, always forgetting!" she said, reaching into her pocket and taking out what I'm calling magical dirt.

Why magical?

Because its shinny.

And its dirt.

"What's that going to do?" I asked her.

"It'll grow a great big blue toadstool; you jump on it and it sends you up, up, up!"

True to her word, the magical dirt grew a blue toadstool.

"I'll go first; see you on the other side!" Angel said happily. She hopped onto the blue thing and it sent her flying straight into the air.

Here goes nothing. I jumped onto the toadstool and flew straight up, hearing nothing but the rushing wind in my ears.