Chapter 3: not alone

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I couldn't believe it! My aunt a QUEEN? It just wasn't possible!

"This can't be! This can't be possible!" I faltered, my hands nervously twirling my brown hair as something with wings whizzed past me.

"Hey! What...?" I cut myself off as the thing flew toward the table and landed there. "You're... You're a..."

"Elizabeth's fairy helper!" She chirped, her wings looked like it was glass that imprizoned rainbows. "I'm your helper! My name is Talia."

I looked down at Talia who smiled at my glance. I'm Lindsey! Not Elizabeth! I knelt to be eye to Talia.

"Talia. Nice to meet you, but I'm Lindsey!" I frowned in sympathy but Talia just laughed.

"If you honestly think so, then follow my directions that will guide you." She said, landing in the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. "I believe we start by going outside and make an excuse to your aunt."

I reluctantly obeyed. As I found my boots crunching on the grass in the woods, Talia, whom I was following told me everything: I was really Elizabeth, Anne's daughter. I was put with the parents I have now for my safety.

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