
some winter fairies thought it was kinda "un fair" that warm fairies could croos th border but winte fairir couldnt. Sooo... well i'll just let ya read the story to find out. i suck at summarys yea yea i put a ys. plz read. this will be my first real long gonna finish it story so plz read it! thanks! btw this really doesnt have a genre
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Periwinkle & Tinker Bell - Chapters: 2 - Words: 820 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 03-15-13 - Published: 03-09-13 - id: 9085660
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"WHAT HAPPENED!?" Gliss shouted.
"Nothing I guess- HOLY MOTHER OF DOVE! My wings! They're GONE!" I screamed.
"Sis, look! They're up there!" Tink pointed up at the sky.
There in the cloudy sky was a pair of clear beautiful wings, floating.
"I'll get 'em!" Gliss insisted. She flew up slowly, the shouted and charged at my wings.
"No Gliss! Stop! You're gonna- scare them off. . . . GLISS!" I said.
"Oopsie. . . . Well, see ya laterz!" Gliss flew off into the whitness.
"Oh um hey is that, um, Iridessa calling me? Yes, I think I need the go. Bye!" Ember flew over the border to summer. She was out of sight.
"Well That's Just Lovly!" I cried after her.
"Peri, what about your wings?" Tink asked me.
"We could asked Dewey for help." I suggested.
"But what if he tells Lord Milori?" Tink warned.
"Dewey is like the grandfather I never had, he wouldn't do that to me." I said.
"Alright, I warned you." She said.
Far above in a tree, sat an owl. But this owl was no ordinary owl. This owl was Lord Milori's.
A while after the owl watched it flew off into the distance.
"Dewey!" I called. "Dewey?" Not a sound, only the eco from my voice bounced off the icy walls.
"He's not here." My sister said.
"Maybe he's in his room?" I said as I walked to the back where his room was. "Dewey?" I called his name. Yet again, nothing but the eco.
"Sorry, today I'll be out. Come back in the mornin' ~Dewey" Tink read aloud, she looked at me with wide eyes.
"Well maybe a book or something has an answer." I insisted.
"Or not," Tink said.
Meanwhile. . . .
Milori's owl returned.
The bird chipped, saying what he had just witnessed.
"Well that is impossible," Milori said.
To be continued. . . .
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