My life wasn’t perfect but really who’s is. I guess I could use a little more adventure in my life. That didn’t mean I wanted to go to sleep and wake up in an enchanted forest. At least that’s what I think this place is. I mean, most Forest didn’t have books growing from trees. Yeah, you heard right in this forest books hang from the vines that hang down from the trees. I started walking after I got bored standing in one place.
I figured there was no use in waiting for something to happen, plus I hate waiting. Unfortunately, it just seems to be an endless forest that goes on and on as you walk. I was just about to sit down and take a break from walking when a voice from out of nowhere spoke up.
“You know, usually when people find themselves in an unusual place, they stay put.”
I glanced around, trying to find where the voice was coming from as I responded. “I really don’t care what others do.”
“Hmm, well, let me introduce myself. I’m Fairytale.”
A man with a black mask covering his face appeared out of nowhere in front of me. The clothes he was wearing were a suit made completely out of tree leaves. Each leaf was a different shape, color, and size. His mask had a smiling face on it, but I could see nothing underneath it, not even eyes.
“What the he-heart are you? Wait, heart, I was trying to say he-heart.”
“I’m sorry dear, there are no colorful words allowed here.”
I opened my mouth to say something else, but he interrupted me.
“Anyway Cecelia, or should I call you Cece, you're here because I need your help. What do you say? Will you help me?”
I gave him a blank look. “No.”
“Well then, I guess you’re stuck here. Have a great life, dear.”
On the last word, he disappeared instantly as if he wasn’t there in the first place. I just stood there, shocked, for a second before it registered and I started to yell.
“Hey you can’t just leave me here, you fu-fudge brownie.”
“Why not?” His voice asked, coming from behind me now.
I spun around and saw him bending over three books, examining them.
“Because I refuse to be left here.”
“So you would rather be anywhere but here? Hmm, if you had to choose between Cinderella, Rapunzel, and Tinkerbell, what would it be?”
“Tinkerbell, I guess why does that matter?”
He picked up a book and opened it, completely ignoring my question. “Sign here and I’ll get you out of here.”
“Finally.” I huffed, taking the pen that appeared in his hand after he said the word sign.
I wrote my name down on the line. My signature started to glow a green tint before it started to move. The letters uncurled and broke in half until it spelled Tinkerbell. Then the book started flipping its pages until it landed on a blank page. The blank page started to glow, and I felt a force trying to pull me towards the book.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re the new Tinkerbell.” Fairytale told me right before I was pulled into the book.
Seconds later, I found myself falling through the trees. Branches grabbing at me as I fell to the forest floor. I hit the floor of the forest so hard that I was practically seeing stars. Once I managed not to pass out, I slowly stood up. My whole body ached from the fall, but nothing hurt enough to be broken or sprained. I stretched before looking around me. I was in the forest again, but in this one there were no books hanging from the trees.
YOU ARE READING
The New Tinkerbell
FantasyCecelia is pulled into the rewritten version of the Tinkerbell story by Fairytale the protector of the fairytale's. While Fairytale is trying to figure out why the fairytale's are rewriting themselves. Cecelia does her best to keep the story going...