Not a Smith

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I'm shocked. Completely shocked. She called me a royal? She bowed down to me? Who even is The Voice?

"Oh, You didn't know?" The Voice asks carefully. I just stare at her, she must be playing a trick on me. Or maybe I'm just dreaming.

"Know what?" I finally have the courage to ask, still confused. There must be some sort of mistake here, she must have the wrong person, I thought.

"You're queen of Kypris, it's a very beautiful island." She says in her once again soothing voice.

"You must be mistaken, my name is Ridha Smith, for sure I'm not special in any way." I say humbly. She shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but she doesn't. She massages her temple as if she has got a headache.

"No no no, you're Ridha Forbes, did your parents not tell you anything about your real life?" She argued frustrated now. She doesn't let me say anything but grabs my hand and I appear in a beautiful, magical room.

"Where am I?" I think to myself. I'm not with The Voice anymore. Suddenly I hear 3 knocks all in sync with each other.

"Come in" I reply quietly but loud enough for them to hear. Three very small figures enter the room, not by walking, but flying. I look at them puzzled, then they waved at me.

"How did you do that? And who are you?" I ask the fairy like figures, I hear astonishingly high pitched giggles.

"We are the Triplet fairies, silly!" They echoed in unison, flying around the room like hyper children.

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