I couldn't believe it.

The Richards house was burning. Firemen from all over London rushed to stop the fire.

I really couldn't believe it.

The widowed Elizabeth Richards was trapped inside the burning home while her children were out in the street.

I would leave them in this horrible world all alone with no one to whip away their tears.

One ventured into the home but sadly never came out.

They already lost a father. I was all they had and little Ellie.

The fire never died down and soon the owner of the orphanage that the five would live until they went into a home.

No. Ellie, Benjamin, Tomas, Bethany, Charles, I'm sorry! So sorry!

They would venture on with out a mother or father. Orphaned at seven, five, four and three out into the cruel world.

So…r…ry.

That would all change when a boy and a fairy would cross from a world only your imagination would take flight.