Ella looked over at the pine fields of Springvalley. She watched the spring pixies and sprites dancing around and singing while they worked. From the tree she was sitting in she could see the whole relaim including the snow fields of Winterlyn, the pine fields of Springvalley, the maple fields of Autumnvalley and the daisy fields of Summerlyn. She looked at at Summerlyn. "This time in two weeks I'll be their leader" she thought. Ella slowly climbed down from her tree and walked back through the daisy fields, avoiding the excitement of her villagers chattering about that day.
Ella walked back to her treehouse and started weaving garlands for her hair. From her house she could see the human world just outside the barrier. All fae were banned from there as it was too dangerous, but Ella wished she could be like a normal 10 year old human girl like she saw through the barrier. She sighed and resumed finishing her garland.
"Knock, knock!"
Ella answered the door. It was Amalia.
"Ella, whats wrong, you should be excited, the whole kingdom of Summerlyn will be yours to rule". Amalia said. Ella looked over at Amalia.
"Amalia, do I have to do this, why can't I be like a normal human, not a half fae
princess awaiting her destiny to rule the kingdom of Summerlyn"
Amalia looked at her, puzzled.
"This is your destiny, it'll never change, anyway who wouldn't want to rule this beautiful kingdom, you'll be the greatest leader Summerlyn has ever had!".
Ella looked at Amalia, anxious.
"But what if I don't want to be a ruler, what if I make mistakes that will ruin my life, I'm not good enough to be their leader, I'm not fit to be a queen".
"But you will, Ella and that'll never change". Ella nodded.
"I'd better go, Ella". Amalia said, waving goodbye as she walked back to her house.
Ella thought for a moment. What if she didn't have to be queen. She could run away to the human world! She was only half fae. She could easily blend in! So, she decided that at sunrise she will leave, so no one will notice. 'But first, I should pack', she thought.
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