Where Time is Still

Rose & Lily

Rose's life
*5 years old*
Once upon a time ...
      There sat a young child crying in the mist of a meadow. When she thought she was alone, there came a tiny voice of soft silk: "Are you okay?" The child's head shot up only to find there was no one around. "Over here," said the voice again. She looked down. On a flower there stood a very tiny girl. "Why are you crying?" she asks. " I-I'm lost," the child cried. "I'll help you find what you're looking for," said the tiny fairy-like girl with a smile. "What's your name?" The child asked. "I'm Lily, and you are?" The tiny girl responded. "Rose, Rosemond Clifford."

Lily's life
*13 years old*
     Music played throughout a small clearing. Fairy lights were strung up across tree branches. Laughter could be heard wherever you went while at the small party "Shhh, everyone! Here she comes!" An ocean-blue-clad fairy yelled; but you'd recognize her as Lily, an important character in our lovely story. Now back to the task at hand: Everyone was hiding, waiting for a special guest. With the light crunch of leaves under her feet as she entered the small clearing, everyone jumped up and yelled "SURPRISE!"
A soft, sweet laughter erupted from her chest. "Oh, Lily... you shouldn't have!" laughed Rose
"But Rosie Posie, I wanted to!"

*18 years old *
    M"Rosie!" Lily rushed in. "Look at this," she said, shoving a old book into my hands. "Lily, what is this?" I questioned. "Just look," Lily said, tapping on the cover. I sat in my chair by my bookcase. Being a female gypsy in hiding is hard, and reading is my favorite pastime; aside from playing with magic now and then. For now, nothing dangerous but a way to hypnotize with my dances. The cover was dusty and old. I ran my hand across the cover, brushing the dust away. The title was scratched and peeling but I could make it out. "The Secrets of Neverland...?" I read out loud. "Remember you always wanted to go there? I thought I should give this to you for reference," she smiled as she patted my shoulder. "Well, I need head off now... Y'know, fairy business." She giggled as she flew out my window. To go outside would be lovely, but it's too risky. See, in our world, all gypsies were ordered to be exiled, and any remaining today are killed if seen. I looked at the book and set it down on my table. "If only I could be free to roam, free to live," I whispered to myself. I moved to the other room to make tea. I sighed, waiting for my hot beverage to be ready. As I did so, I got the strange feeling of eyes on the back of my head. I whipped my head around, only to see nothing. "I guess it's just my imagination," I laughed. Hearing the little 'ding!' of my tea machine, I retrieved it walked and back into my room. After setting the mug on the table next to the book, I grabbed a blanket, got comfortable in my favorite chair, and began to read about Peter Pan in Neverland.
but I never knew that life could be wasn't a fairy tale

AN:sorry if it seems short working on it though