Hey! This is the beginning of a new story I'm working on. Sorry it's a little short. Please tear it apart, and be as harsh as you like! (Nitpicks welcome!) Thankies in advance, and the first chapter should be up soon! (Though maybe not before the update, but I'll try!)
Prologue
June 1940
The tiny pixie gripped the bars of her prison and glared at the grinning man before her, hate and anger filling her eyes. How could she have let herself be captured by this human? This barbarian?
The fairy-folk had successfully hidden themselves from the human world for over two thousand years. But now it would all be destroyed. All their work, gone in the matter of seconds. The whole world would know, and it was all because the pixie had been careless enough to allow herself to be captured. Why was this happening?
“Don’t worry about anything, pixie.” the man laughed. A harsh and degrading laugh. He knew how tortured she was; and he spent every second she could making that tortured feeling worse. “You’re about to change the world.”
Not knowing what else to do, the fairy spat at her imprisoner and spun around so that she wouldn’t have to look at him anymore.
“You’ll soon regret that.” he hissed in her ear and before she could do anything, he was gone.
Oh, it’ll change the world alright. She thought to herself, slumping down to lean against the side of her cage. And then she heard the distinct sound of the curtains being pulled back. Gasps rang out throughout the room, and a single tear slipped noiselessly down her cheek as she shut her eyes tight, as if it would all go away if she couldn’t see anything.
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