A Chance at A Fairytale

Innocence

Yixing never truly believed in magic. Not in true love either no. Not after getting his heart broken.

But staring at the mirror in front of him, book lying forgotten on the floor next to his feet, he thought that he could believe again. In magic at least.

"Well? We haven't got all day." He glances at the fairy, yes bloody fairy complete with wings and glitter standing next to the mirror in his living room.

He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing before reaching out to touch the mirror.

His hand goes right through it.

His eyes widens as he took in the sight of the world he had just stepped into.

Green rolling hills stretched out beneath him and he could see a small town bustling with activity lying just at the foot of the hill. A magnificent castle rose high above the squat roofs at the end of the town, red flags waving in the breeze.

His fingers closes around coarse tree bark and he looks up in awe, at the old twisted trunk of an oak tree that formed the arch he stood in.

"Get on with it will you?" The fairy mutters impatiently, shoving Yixing away from the arch way, deeper into the fantasy world.

His sharp gaze softens as he watched Yixing drink in the beauty of it all.

"There is to be a ball at the castle tonight. I would suggest that you attend."

Yixing finally looks away from the scene before him to gawp at the fairy.

"A ball?"

The fairy rolls his eyes.

"Yes, a ball. A fancy masquerade ball that lasts three nights. I'm sure you know what it's like given the amount of fairytales you read."

Yixing looks startled then looks down at himself, dressed in a white wife beater and black skinnies.

"I haven't got anything to wear." He mumbles, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

The fairy rolls his eyes again. One day his eyeballs are going to fall out. Yixing muses privately to himself.

"You sound like bloody Cinderella."

Yixing's head jerks up at the reference and the swear word.

He blinks.

"I thought fairies didn't swear."

The fairy laughs, a bright sound that echoes into the distance.
"Well how would you know? You haven't met one before have you?"

The fairy shakes his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Come on, let's get you into town."

The fairy leads Yixing through the town, into a busy marketplace. Yixing thinks he has never seen a more charming place, with so many people yelling, peddling their wares.

The colours and sounds blend and blur his senses, sending him into a daze as the fairy hurries him through the crowd, grumbling about noisy people getting the way.

The people passing through the market regard Yixing curiously because of his appearance and attire.

A few ladies in colourful medieval gowns flutter their fans as they push through the crowd, winking suggestively at Yixing and the fairy.

Somehow, Yixing finds himself in the doorway of an inn near the town square.

He runs his hand along the wood grain of the doorway which he has to stoop to enter, the artist in him admiring the décor of the place.