There was a tiny country in Europe, close to Spain, France, and Italy. But they really hated England. The year is 1897, the year when the war between the toleranced country of Genovia planned a war with England and all of Great Britain.

But apart from the city and kingdom, there was a little flower garden in the national park, where all of the young handsome gentlemen would the young ladies and stroll around the gardens like there was no tomorrow.

There then lived a community of flower fairies that were fluttering around the gardens. To them, they called it Fairyopolis.

Suddenly, a flower had gently opened and a little fairy peaked out her head. Little Lillian was born. She couldn’t speak any words yet. She looked all around the scented garden and watched all of the other fairies flutter by.

I hope I’ll make friends here, she thought, smiling for the first time.

Lillian was surveying her flower bed and then found a golden thread. Luckily, she knew how to fly quickly. She fluttered around the red rose and tied up the petals, so that she would know where she lived and flew away to explore.

But very quickly her wings began to tire. She was very young to be flying around the garden. But she was brave. Lillian landed on a little daisy and rested her wings.

“Quite exhausted, aren’t we?”

Lillian couldn’t speak yet, but she looked around for the voice that spoke to her. She then saw another fairy fluttering in front of her.

“I’m Daisy. This one beside me is Ivy from the ground ivies.”

“You’re new, aren’t you?” asked Ivy.

Lillian tilted her head.

“We can tell because you haven’t learned to speak yet. But you will begin to talk by the next morning. Right now, you are exploring the gardens.”

“And by five months, you will be able to fly around the human world.” said Daisy, “But the borders between humans and fairies must never cross. If you do, then our kind will be exposed and it could lead to trouble.”

Then I won’t want to do that, Lillian thought.

“We will let you off, now,” said Ivy, “You must be off to meet the rest of the fairies.”

Lillian slowly fluttered up in the sky and waved to her new friends farewell. She then swarmed across the gardens and saw grass fairies. She softly landed on the sunny grassy meadow.

“Hello, there miss,” said Cottongrass, “You must be one of the new-bloom fairies. My name is Cottongrass and my partner-in-crime here is Rushgrass.”

“Our job is to help the travelers from other meadows around the world.” Rushgrass added.

Lillian just nodded her head.

“Say,” said Cottongrass, “You haven’t learned to speak yet. I used to think that you would be able to talk by the time you come out of your flower.”

“Well, it’s just how it is,” said Rushgrass, “Anyways, it was good seeing you. We have to go and help other fairies. We shall catch you later!”

Lillian fluttered up in the air again and waved both Cottongrass and Rushgrass goodbye. She then fluttered a bit more into the little meadow, but tried not to be seen by the other humans. She then hears the sounds of tiny giggling. She then lands in a forest of grass and finds two fairies Sloe and Privet playing a skipping game.

I’ve never seen a fairy do that, she thought.

She then fluttered by.

“Look,” called Privet, “I think that’s the new fairy.”

“I think she is busy exploring,” said Sloe, “We’ll catch up with her later.”

Lillian fluttered to Friendly Forest, a landscape in the hiking trail in Genovia’s national park. It was filled with a lot of colorful fairies and flowers. The temperature was a bit cooler as well. Lillian then spotted a pair of butterflies fluttering around her and then the way out of the forest. She then giggled and realized she had found her voice.

The next morning, I’ll be sure to talk to people!

Unsure how to get back to Fairyopolis, two forest fairies, Buttercup and Bugle, flew in front of her.

“You lost there, sweetie?” asked Bugle.

Lillian tilted her head.

“Don’t worry,” said Buttercup, “Follow the butterflies and you will be out of here in no time!”

Lillian then followed the butterflies and waved to the two fairies goodbye. She then found that it was quickly getting dark. One the way back to the rose garden, she spotted vivid scarlet flowers. The poppy fairy waved up at her and Lillian waved in return, flying back to her golden rose.

And then, she spotted her golden ribbon and rose. She then closed up her flower for the night and fell fast asleep, like all the other fairies and humans do.

Months have passed. Lillian could actually talk. She then fluttered all around her heart and home. But she was not ready to leave the gardens behind.

“A lot of fairies choose to stay in Fairyopolis,” said Daisy, as she was visiting Lillian, “But seeing how determined you are to live on your own, we are now going to see you cast off.”

“But…I will be all right, will I?” asked Lillian.

“You will,” said Daisy, “It’s getting dark, you best be off!”

As Lillian fluttered into the air, she then flew away from her heart and home. As she flew past the burrows, the meadows, and the babbling brooks, she then found another garden. She fluttered around and noticed that it was next to a castle. She turned to the other side and found a big tree. There was a hole that was roomy enough for her to sneak into. And so, she settled in and it became her new home.

 

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Comfortably, Lillian slept in her big tree. But she woke up all of a sudden to hear a beautiful faint melody. But the meadow she was currently living in was much quieter than the one back in Fairyopolis. It was early in the morning, the sun hadn’t risen yet. Yet, she saw something glowing in the distance from her to the castle. It looked like a light.

Tilting her head, Lillian floated closer to the castle, trying to get a better look at the light. As she is close enough, she realizes that it is someone’s chamber. She lands on a branch near the window and looks inside, waiting for someone to come in so that she can tell who’s room it is.

Suddenly, a tall young man entered. Lillian hid herself in the leaves of the branch. She peaked her head out only a little. The young man then took off his coat and hung it up on the little coat rack next to the door. He then sits down on his desk, opens his notebook and begins to write.

Lillian then came out from the leaves and sat on the branch. She saw him writing something down on his green notebook. The young man was focused on what he was doing, and didn’t notice Lillian’s bright light.

As Lillian wondered why he was writing, she noticed that he had an instrument by his side on the desk. She tilted her head.

“Isn’t that an instrument?” she asked herself.

She continued watching him and was still trying to understand what he was doing. The young man quickly stopped writing for a moment and then looked up at the ceiling. That was when Lillian could see his beautiful eyes, in the color of brown.

“How can humans be considered dangerous when they have beautiful features on their faces?” she wondered in a soft voice.

The young man sighed and walked over to his bed and laid down on it. Lillian could see how somber this pretty young man was feeling. She saw that he was in melancholy at the very moment. The young man then stood up and went out to open the window and Lillian hid herself in the leaves again. The young man closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air. The sky began to wake up from the sun rising.

Lillian got a good look at the young man’s appearance and saw how really beautiful he was. She was instantly falling in love. But she knew that it was forbidden to encounter a human in person. But this was her seeing an actual human for the first time in her life. It was a much different experience.

The sun was up in the sky, the birds started tweeting again and the flowers began to open up. Lillian saw what a beautiful sight she was seeing. But then, she saw the young man coming outside holding a carmel brown object. She looked back at the bedroom and saw that the instrument next to the notebook was missing. Lillian then realized that it was the same one that he was holding. His long fingers were feathering on the strings and the bow.

The young man looked up at the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the sun casting its warm and bright shine on his pale white skin and his raven-black hair. Lillian spaced out and fell asleep on the branch. She had stayed up in the early morning, it wore her out.

Lillian suddenly began to hear beautiful violin music. She was a bit slow to wake up. But she felt comforted by the sounds.

But…what could this be? Lillian questionably thought as she was trying to listen to the music and sleep at the same time.

The little fairy opened her eyes. She then realized that the music was getting louder. She then floated closer to the sounds. She landed on a lower, closer branch when she spotted the young man, playing his violin beautifully. She watches in awe.

He is so beautiful.

The young man’s playing expresses his beautiful soul. His fingers could not help but feather onto the strings and they leaped, with each note. He stood still at the trills. His music was beautiful. Slow…not so fast…and romantic. It was as if it was the sound of Angels singing like bells. But then he stopped. He was saddened as he put his violin at its resting position. He looked down with a frown.

Lillian was drawn to him. But she was concerned, too. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about after he stopped playing… why he was so sad.

She then rested her head on the branch and fell asleep again. The young boy flinched as if he was being called and rushed out of the little garden spot. Lillian was alarmed and she followed.

She saw the window and noticed that he was speaking with his advisor. She couldn’t make out what they were saying. But as he was coming out, she flew back to the tree branch and watched him come back to the same spot he stood before. He then sat down. He still frowned. Lillian wondered what the reason was for his melancholy emotion and his sadness.

The young man then tucked his violin under his chin on one hand and he feathered his bow with the other. As he began playing a different tune, he bowed the strings with grace and ginger. His fingers leaped and vibrated. His eyelids fluttered. Lillian fell head over heels in love.

 

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Lillian watched him away. Deep down she felt this sympathy for the young boy. The sky grew dark and the young man lit up his room with the lamp and he sat on his desk, writing in his green and gold notebook.

She then fluttered closer to the window of his chamber and admired him writing with a quill.

“He is so beautiful,” she muttered, “I wonder if he is composing something. He must have the talent, after playing so beautifully in the garden during the day.”

He then stopped writing, closed his notebook and turned off the lights. He must be going to bed. Lillian then flew back to her big hollow tree. But she wondered what it was like, living as a human.

It must be fascinating, she thought, It must be a very interesting experience for a fairy. Wearing nice clothing, walking with someone beside you…it has to be a beautiful sight.

But the little flower fairy sadly looked up at the moon. Out of nowhere, two other flower fairies fluttered in front of Lillian’s big tree.

Lillian peeked her head out and saw Ivy and Daisy floating right in front of her. At first, she thought it was a human.

“What brings you here?” Lillian asked, slowly floating out from the entrance to the tree.

“We wanted to come and visit you.” Ivy said.

“But we didn’t know where you were until we saw you near this big house.” Daisy said, “You should be careful. Humans and Fairies are forbidden to encounter each other.”

“I understand,” said Lillian, “But I wonder what life is like living like one.”

“It’s a curious experience. But it is a difficult world to understand. Even us fairies have to be trained.” said Ivy.

“But,” said Daisy, “If you really want to become a human for a short amount of time…then you must find a warlock under the name of Edward. He can give you a necklace that can turn you into a human for three days.”

“When you find someone, and if that person’s love is true, you will remain a human.” Ivy said.

“But…” added Daisy, “If the person’s love fades away, then you would return to your original form, never to become human again.”

Slightly frightened, Lillian slowly nodded her head. But she was determined to meet the young man that she is smitten by.

“Well,” said Ivy, “Get some rest. We will come back to visit in another week.”

The little fairy waved her friends goodbye. As she tried to find sleep, she couldn’t help but think about life living as a mortal. She couldn’t handle it anymore. She got up and fluttered out from her tree and went in search of a warlock named Edward.

 

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Late into the night she flew across the town and city. And far out into the countryside, she found a rusty old cottage. The woods were unstable and seemed destructible.

She fluttered inside the beaten up house. She wondered if a warlock named Edward was around.

“Come in, my child.” said a deep voice.

At first Lillian jumped away. But she gathered up her courage and floated forward inside the house. She then saw a cauldron and a tall man mixing in liquids and reading off of a big recipe book.

“Are you Mister Edward?” Lillian asked in a shaking voice.

“Indeed am I,” said Edward, turning directly at the little fairy, “And I know what is in your heart that you desire.”

“You do, your Excellency?”

“Oh, yes.”

Edward advanced towards the little flower fairy and brought her over to sit down.

“This evening, when you were visited by your friends, I couldn’t help but overhear your little conversation. You do want to become human, am I correct?”

“Very much, sire,” replied Lillian.

“Very well,” said Edward, in a seductive tone, “I will give you a necklace that will give you a three times a chance to be a human. If the one you are smitten by reciprocates your feelings and becomes your man-to-be, then you will forever be a human. But if not, then you w