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MidReal Story
The Silver Fairy
Scenario:le fate volando di fiore in fiore giocano con la brina dei campi
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Ella
Fairies flit from flower to flower, playing with the morning dew as they always do at this time of day.
The fairies fluttered from petal to petal, playing with the dew drops and laughing as they splashed into tiny puddles on the leaves of the flowers.
I watched them, smiling, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a pang in my heart.
I was lonely, even though I had no idea what it was like to not be lonely.
I had been lonely my whole life, ever since my parents had passed away when I was just a baby.
I lived in a hollow tree in the forest, and even though I had made friends with some of the fairies who lived nearby, I couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.
Something more out there for me, something that I just couldn’t grasp.
"Hey, Ella!"
I heard a voice call out to me as I walked through the forest.
I turned around and saw one of the fairies from my group waving at me.
It was Pip, a mischievous fairy who loved nothing more than playing pranks on the other fairies in our group.
I hover near a cluster of bluebells, watching Pip zip between the stems with more energy than usual.
His wings sparkle more than they normally do, and he keeps glancing over his shoulder as if he's worried someone is following him.
When I drift closer, he pulls a small pouch from behind his back and grins at me.
The bag moves slightly in his hand, and I can hear tiny squeaks coming from inside.
"I've got a plan," he says, bouncing up and down on a dewdrop that clings to the tip of a bluebell stem.
"And it involves these little guys."
He holds up the pouch, and I can see tiny lightning bugs crawling around inside.
"What are you going to do with them?"
I ask warily, crossing my arms over my chest.
Pip grins and opens the pouch a little, letting me peek at the lightning bugs.
They're restless, flying around inside the bag and bumping into each other.
"Watch this," he whispers, climbing up onto a low-hanging branch.
I follow him, my wings twitching nervously as I land on the branch next to him.
He starts sprinkling fairy dust over the pouch while humming an old fairy song that I recognize.
The lightning bugs begin glowing brighter, their lights pulsing in time with his humming.
I start to protest, but he ignores me and loosens the drawstring on the pouch.
One by one, the lightning bugs emerge, flying out of the pouch in a spiral pattern that Pip seems to be controlling with his humming.
The enhanced glow of the bugs reflects off the dew drops on the leaves of the bluebells, creating tiny dancing lights all across the forest floor.
In that moment, the forest felt less like a place I was trapped in and more like a world waiting to be discovered.
I follow the glowing trail of lightning bugs as they fly deeper into the forest, mesmerized by their dance.
Pip flutters ahead, still humming his tune and leading us between ancient oaks.
The morning dew sparkles around us, but something feels off.
Through the mist, I see a massive spider web stretched between two birch trees.
My heart starts racing as I realize what Pip's plan is – he wants to trap the enchanted bugs in the web so he can have a permanent light show.
Without thinking, I grab the pouch of remaining lightning bugs from Pip's hand.
He protests, grabbing at my arm and trying to get it back, but I know what I have to do.