One of The Fairies

#14 It's Called a Life (I don't think you have one)

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Not gonna lie, I only planned uptil like the 'climax' of the story. Don't know why anyone is still reading this. Also Sorry i didn't update for like seven months, I'm not dead as you can tell. Also I didn't have motivation. And after procrastinating for like seven months and like the whole of today and the next day, and the day after, and the day after that and changing my google doc from 80 pages to 51 by making most things size 12 font times new roman. (it's 10:57) I GIVE YOU CHAPTER 14 OF WHATEVER THIS STORY WAs CALLED. I keep making this part longer than intended but like I swear I had to skim though the whole thing cause I forgot what happened- I'm dying. Also I was writing this and I'm not sure if it's from the show or a fanfiction I read, but I swear- I remember either like ladybug or chat noir talking and then like the other person (like if it was ladybug talking the other person would be chat noir) recognized them as their civilian form/superhero form when they were in the other thing and then they like panicked or smth. LIKE I FEEL LIKE THIS HAPPENED BUT LIKE-

ANYWAY

word count - 1041

Time finished - smth liked 12:10 am

I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry for a few seconds. I was laying on my bed with a blanket over me. I had a cold wet towel on my head. I took it off and put it on my bedside table. I'm back in the Le Grand Paris hotel. I flipped the blanket off of me and stood up. I felt light headed and black spots clouded my visions for a few seconds. I sat back down on the bed for a moment staring through the window. There were incoherent voices coming from the room next to mine. I got up more slowly this time. I creeped quietly towards the voices and put my ear on the wall.

"-y are a fairies' wings so important? When Bra- I mean, that one guy with the brown hair who likes to wear green, saved her she looked fine. She didn't have any serious injuries, so Marinette is fine, right? Wings aren't the only thing that make up a fairy... Right?" Adrien asked, concern evident in his voice. Why would Adrien be here?

The voice that responded to him was Flora's, "When a fairy transforms, it boosts their magic abilities. Since Marinette lost her wings, she has also lost a great deal of magic. It's a terrible thing for a fairy to lose her wings because other than the amount of magic she has lost, she can no longer fly."

"Right now, with Marinette's power level, she's basically a glorified magician," Tecna interjected with frustration in her voice. "Marinette's power against the Trix is the most effective in the way where her ice magic helped cancel out Icy's magic. Not to mention now we are one fairy down."

"Tecna, that's not what is important right now. Marinette just lost her wings." Flora countered.

"If it, her wings, are such a big part of her, doesn't it hurt now that they are gone? Can she get it back?" Chat Noir asked in a quiet voice.

Replicating his energy, Bloom replied, "No, no. From stories I've read in the magical archives at Alfea, it's not a painful experience. At least not physically. It's a terrible thing for a fairy to lose their wings("So what you are saying is that when Marinette wakes up we gotta be extra nice to her?" Stella said, talking over Bloom). I'm not sure if she can." Bloom continued on ignoring her. Stella grumbled. "I'll have to ask HeadMistress Faragonda." The hallway went quiet.

"Hey Bloom, remember that weird black and white movie you made me watch with you? It was called something like, It's called a life-"

"It's a Wonderful Life," Bloom corrected.

"Yeah, whatever. In it didn't it say something like, 'Everytime a bell rings a fairy gets their wings.' If that's true, why don't we just go up to Marinette and ring a bell in her ear?" Stella joked light-heartedly.