"It happened when I was walking home from school, alone.
Something was moving in a prickly bush at my side.
I stopped and peered under, cautiously. A large pair of droopy eyes looked back at me..."

The next snippit was written by Brandy Todd ,United States, Texas:

"...I blinked a few times in disbelief. These were not normal eyes. They were somehow different, strange.

I walked a little forward, partly scared and partly curious. I guess curiousity must have won over because I reached out my hand. When the droopy eyes only gazed at my outstretched hand and didn't flinch away or try anything dangerous I decided to go further. I slowly stood and peered over to see if I could see it better. There was too much in the way. I pulled back the rubble and found the those strange eyes staring up at me. A face more beautiful than I had ever seen appeared.

My heart began to pound in my chest. This was no earthly creature. From the features, the creature was plainly male, though beautiful beyond belief. My mind raced with all the myths and legends of yore that I had heard, catalogueing all the beasts and beings of fantasy. I noted the long nose and strong jaw. The black hair knotted and tangled with branches and leaves. His blue eyes looked tired and a bit sad, but they seemed to glow with a knowing beyond my realm of understanding. His strong arms braced him against the ground as he leaned back on his hands. He was seated in what my kindergarden teachers called indian style. His clothes looked like they were made of some sort of animal skin, though I could not place the animal.

When I had first seen those eyes, I thought the creature who owned them must have been small but now,after clearing away the brush, I saw that he must have been leaning over for he was of a full height.

I started to speak but as I opened my mouth something flickered behind him. A shiny something, rustling then spreading out behind him. He had wings. I gasped and stepped back. I couldn't believe it. If what I was looking at was what I thought it was, then....then I was looking at....a f...a faerie.

But those things didn't exist and certainly not one this big if at all. I laughed at myself for being so ridiculous, surely this was not what I thought. Merely someone dressed up, a costume of some sort. I straightend trying to reason with myself. I looked around to see if there was anyone about. This road led practically off into the woods, I knew no one would be there. Our house was the only one down this road.

I looked back at the sound of movement and was confronted with the figure standing in front of me. He must not be injured I thought. I looked him over for breaks or bruises. I didn't know why but I couldn't be afraid of him. The thought about him being a stranger, a strange stranger at that, still didn't seem to bring fear.

I know I stared at him for along time, and he the same. Finally I took a breath and said, "Are you hurt?" Several emotions passed over his face, confusion, astonishment, fear almost, then as if he had given up on trying to understand he slightly shook his head and lifted his shoulders in an "I don't know" shrug. Did he not understand me? Of course he understood. He was just confused. He must be lost, I thought. I decided to try again. "Are you okay?" He grinned a bit, and said something, I don't know what. It was certainly foreign to me. He had a good deep voice, he sounded as though he could sing.

I looked him over one more time, to make sure, he only seemed tired not hurt. I didn't know what else to do, so I shook my head and turned to walk away. I turned back when I felt something on my arm. He had grabbed my arm to stop me. His blue glowing eyes showed fear. His fear got to me, of all things. I looked at him and said, "What?" He seemed to stuggle within himself then he laid his hand upon his chest, then pointed at me then pointed in the direction I was going. "You want to go with me?" I asked. He shook his head in confusion so I started again. "You" I said as I pointed at him, "Me" I said pointing at myself, "home" i said pointing down the road. He simply stared, and I knew if I was going to be able to help him, it wasn't going to be easy..."

This snippit was written by Sage (NY, USA):

A frustrated look must have been clear on my face just then, it was certainly how I felt. He drew back, and in the process let go of my arm. I thought for a second, then reached out and grabbed his wrist. At first he didn’t fight me as I drew him along with me towards my home. Then he began to resist, drawing back into the safety of the niche where he had been hiding. I had no choice but to allow the retreat, I had always been a small girl, and though in recent years I had shot up to be fairly tall, I was still thin and obviously no match for the strength of this fairy.

I began to turn, not knowing what to do, and ready to give up and go home, but again his hand on my arm stopped me. I was confused, and I began to get angry. He didn’t want to go home with me (which I must admit to being somewhat of a relief, seeing as at least this way I wouldn’t have to explain him to my parents), but at the same time he wasn’t allowing me to go home.

I was pulled further into his alcove. Then he did something that surprised me even more than anything else that had happened so far, his right hand came up and ran itself through my loose hair, hooking it behind my ear, then following the curve of my jaw bone before releasing me.

At first I reveled in his caress, then my head felt as if it was being split by memories, images and emotions, too many for anyone to handle.

I pulled away from him violently and sank to the ground, crying silently as memories long sundered were painfully restored.

I felt his arms go around me and I took a little comfort in the fact that I was held safe in the arms of someone who loved me, but more from the fact that the memories had all fallen back into place.

His murmuring brought me back. “I’m sorry, Beloved, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, but I thought that perhaps you would understand if I touched you. I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry…” And on and on like that.

“Briar,” I replied in the language that a few moments earlier I had been unable to understand, but was, in fact, my native tongue, “it’s not your fault. I – I remembered everything...”

His arms tightened protectively. “It’s over now, Sky, I came as soon as the portal opened, but now... now we can go home and eventually everything will be back to normal, we’ll make them pay for what they did...”

Sky. I thought about my name, so different from the one they had given me here. So perfectly naming the longing I had felt for the past 17 years. Sky – Angel in the tongue of the people of this world. What my parents would called me when I did something particularly good or sweet.

And as much as I wanted to go home with Briar, and be able to fly again, I knew that I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye...

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