Next thing I know, I'm in a glass box surrounded by curious, child faeries, but something felt different. Different about my body. I felt my arms, legs, and nothing. I could hear the soft fluttering of wings every now and then. I assumed it was the faeries around me, but after they had been shooed away, I could still hear it. I felt my back. Two, delicate, butterfly like wings were almost sewed into it.
For millions of years, faeries have wanted more of their kind. Instead of having more child faeries, they do the most horrible things. They chase after the human race. If a human looks in a faeries eyes, that human is human no more. That's what happened to me.
I kept lying on my stupid wings; I just wanted to rip them off. I could see a fuzzy reflection of myself in the cold glass. I was changing rapidly. My skin was turning a pale blue, my features getting longer and more ice like. I didn't want that, I thought, I wanted to be back at home, in bed, having a good nights sleep, not thinking about those stupid faeries. I carried on thinking, why am I the one that has to see them? Why me? All my life I've been able to see them, and wished that I can't.
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Untold Tale
Teen FictionYou've heard all the fairytales, with the princesses and princes living happily ever after, right? Well, this isn't quite you usual fairytale. This is the story of Abigail Harvers, kiddnapped and forced to marry Decorus, the faerie she is, suprising...
