Fairy bad day, Lauren [polar express read aloud TXT] 📗

bad feeling, I felt sick and like I was going to fall down dead any minute. I chewed my gorg chicken then slung kells and anns bag on my shoulder but five minutes later I was dragging them on the floor. I wasn't in the mood for carrying them so I looked at the tree in front of me, it was a deep brown ambery red leaves were falling, the bark torn and withered. I touched the rough bark, a green faced tree spirit emerged, she had sharp pointed teeth which were rotten and her face was withered just like the bark. Switching to tounges I basically asked her if she could look after the bags for me but my translation wasn't that good it sounded like this " arhar sookonn maii sevael inotsted" when it was meant to sound like "aharn qoocon maii sevael inotsted" I had no idea what was happening to me, I never went wrong at speaking tounges.

Her withered face, scrunched up in confusion but I held the bags up and she nodded understanding my mistake. A ridgid claw like hand took the bags then she faded into the tree but to unseen to the human eye the tree had turned a dark treacly black colour. Suddenly a white piercing noise was heard in my mind then a blur of thousands of thoughts, pressure was building and my breathing became laboured. I leaned over in an attempt to catch my breath, it felt like my stomach was being tied in knots, I rested my hand on my stomach in an attempt to relieve the pain but it didn't work. Lightly swaying, I made a few steps then toppled over and gave in to darkness...

I was in a black void, then I saw Ariom, the man who had been the love of my life until he died, it was a horrific battle. He was the head commander of the black dragons, he was a beautiful dragon, sleek and a big build, he had exotic caribbean blue eyes and jet black hair which gave a ghastly blue shine, in his true form he was unique, shiney black scales which sometimes turned blue. All dragons were gone now, simpley faded into dust or in deep slumber at the very core of the earth. I saw ariom murdered right infront of my eyes, kill him and all under his lead should fall, he was killed by his own self. His fircesome scales, if mixed with unicorn blood could kill him, but to kill a unicorn you become a dead tortured soul. My dead lover raised his hand and yelled but no words came out of his mouth, I could see fear upon his face and he never feared anything...

Groggily I woke, I was in the arms of a male stranger, heat radiated off him, making me drift off to sleep, I struggled to stay awake, what was wrong with me? I felt limp, I rarely slept and only a few things could make me sleep. Unicorn milk with midnight dew, then hillchur honey added and it had to be heated to 57.36 degrees, that could make me drift off but nobody knew that as us faries kept our secrets closely guarded. Not even ann or kell knew that, a few other things could make me sleep, if I was dumped in a volcano it was sure I would be asleep for a few days and then be half asleep for at least a few weeks. I am a very rare type of fairy, nearly all the others have no weakness, they don't even sleep but I am different. I wriggled around then murmured sleepily," Let me go," I saw the blury man look at me then smile, why was he smiling!? I could feel sleep sneaking up on me and consuming me. I was asleep.

I awoke, the man had his arms wrapped around me, I was placed on a king-sized bed, I looked down at my bump, only to see it was gone. Where was my baby.

I screamed, it was a high shrilly pitched sound, the man instantly let go of me then jumped off the bed, in shock and surprise, I looked down at my stomach, the bump wasn't there. I broke down into a mass of sobs, wailing. I looked around, the man had now gone and was no where to be seen, I was in a small log cabin, the bittery grapefruit smell lingered everywhere, but it became more overpowering when the man entered again, i his arms was a thing hidden in a blanket. rushed over to him, he wasn't smiling but he let me hold my baby. She was beautiful, she had white glittery hair, rosey cheeks, she could have been a minny me except for the gorgous crystal blue eyes. She was so small but why had my bump been so big then? When the man went to grab her, I got a better look at him, he had dark black hair, which was wavy and had very tanned skin and dark amber honey eyes. He was tall and muscular, with a serious face, he looked young but all werewolves did, as they didn't age.

I looked at my baby then said," Your name will be Rhyannon, my little fay," The man looked fuious, his expression darkened and he snatched her away from me. In a snarl he said," Her name is Accalia not Rhyannon, she doesn't even respond to your name," My blood boiled," She is not your child, she is mine, not yours!"
I looked at him, craddling my child as if she was his. In a softer voice he said," You have been dead for two years, look at her again, she isn't a young baby, you are only seeing what you want to see, look again," I looked at her again, realising he was right, she was large and had a mass of curly hair but also she cuddled him back, she wasn't wrapped in a blanket. I had been dead?

I slowly walked backwards and sat on the bed, I couldn't believe tis, I had been dead and during that time, the man had been caring for my child as if she was his own, let me guess, what next, he is the father?
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