The moon and the stars

Chapater one: there is always a begining

Okay so It occurred to me that I really need to do a disclaimer for all the pics I am going to be using. I have no idea who drew them but I love them and they are not mine. Anyway.......... please injoy my story of the moon and stars. Please vote and please please comment!

" awake, little one, for the moon wanes and your time draws near." The softly glowing figure bent over an unconscious fairy lying on the soft ground. The fairy in question had long, white blonde hair and dizzying blue eyes that were just fluttering open. The fairy looked around in confusion, her eyes brightening as a light in a dark window as they alighted on the misty form in front of her.

" mother! Where am I?" When she spoke it sounded as if bells of pure light had been struck. The fairy looked questionably at her mother.

" there is no time for that my dear. I must leave soon. But remember this. There are trials ahead and you must have hope. You will find help along the way. This world is in disrepair and has forgotten the old teachings, you must be their new teacher." And with that the glowing figure disappeared as a shadow in the night.

The fairy awoke to a pair of beady black eyes staring into her own. She gasped and sat up, disturbing the crow that had come to rest on her chest. It looked at her as if to say, your meant to be dead.

" no I am not dead. And NO! You may not have my eyes." The crow squawked in disappointment then cocked his head at her. " yes you may stay with me for the time being as I have no idea where I am or what I am ment to be doing." The fairy looked around her at the small clearing noticing a small stream bubbling merrily near by. She arose and walked over to clear shimmering surface and dipped her hands into the cool water. She drank a little before washing her beautiful, delicate face. She then proceeded to gather wild flowers from around her and gently picking the pollen from each and placing them in a pile near her feet. The crow watched her curiously. The fairy bent her long glistening wings so she could easily reach them. As she began to rub the yellow pollen into her wings she spoke to the crow.

" usually I would use star dust, or moon dust if I could get my hands on it, but I must make do with what I have. It helps me fly you see. The pollen I'm using is weaker then star dust so I could only fly a little above the ground. It also helps to keep my wings in good shape, help them to sparkle and hold colour." She turned to the crow who looked at her in a manner which suggested he did not care for her beauty tips.

The fairy ignored him and then turned to the thing that next presented its self as a nuisance.
" I don't suppose you know where any food might be lying? I can not remember if I know how to forage. Or if I can't. Oh how artful! I can't remember a thing!" The fairy's soft brow furrowed as she tried fruitlessly to remember anything of her past. She remembered it like a good dream. She knew she had one. But she couldn't remember what it had been. The crow who soon became tired of her thinking flew to branch up ahead then squawked at the fairy.

She looked up at him and fluttered up, hovering just above the ground for a second before moving to follow the crow. When the crow saw that she was following him it flew to the next branch and waited for her to catch up. It continued like this for some time. But as they got deeper into the forest it grew darker, the shadows growing longer, even though it was near midday. The fairy saw glimpses of things moving in the shadows. Creeping along with them. Watching them. She kept her guid close and the feeling of something powerful grew stronger. It was something she did not want to disturb. She became aware of a sound like thousands of stones being rubbed together. At first it was quite. Bearly a whisper. But it grew louder and Louder. Closer. The shadows souronded her. Reaching for her. The ear splitting sound grew to a concofiny. She looked wildly for the crow but he was no where to be seen. Hands reached from the darkness brushing against her skin. The fairy jerked away, panicking. She fell to the ground cutting her hand on a sharp rock. She cried out in pain. Scrambling along the ground to try to find a way out. To no avail. The lone fairy curled into a ball clamping her slender hand over her pointed ears. The darkness closed in around her. Yet her last thought was that of hope.