The Best Bride

1. PARTY

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I stood on the prodigious cliff staring at a wall of black, a pair of papery wings sprouting from my back flutterring to life. The weather wasn't cold or damp, but a swirling fog filled a stretch of mile between me and the Black Wall. The surrounding around me had a view of a full moon night although there was no moon or stars up above the hilltops. Faint silver light shines all over Wingland like a natural light.

I jumped off the cliff a foot down into the fog before my wings supported my weight and carried me back above the fog. I aimed to fly straight toward the Black Wall. A force of my wings was pushing me through the air to there when a loud voice exploded in the silence.

"HEY WAIT! WAIT!"

I stopped moving foward, my fluttering wings holding me in mid-air, yellowish glow illuminating my backside. I turned around, holding up my hand against the yellow light.

"Where do you think you're going, Nutbrun?"

I recognized Twitter's furious voice.

"First get rid of that light, please," I told him.

The yellow light shifted away. Putting down my hand, I looked at my small nephew. He was hovering just above the cliff, his wings flapping non-stop. Behind him a palm-sized firefly that he had brought for light was freely flying around, casting bright yellow light toward the ground.

"How do you know I was here?"

"I just know."

Twitter swooped down, picked up something from the ground and rose to my face level. He had picked up a stone. He chucked it at the Black Wall which glowed dangerously like a lightning bolt at the touch, momentarily lighting our faces. It repelled the stone back at Twitter. He ducked, the stone missing his hair by an inch. "You know the Black Wall is radio-activated, right?" he added when everything turned into night color again.

Actually the Black Wall isn't a real wall made of dark stones. It is just the darkness denser than anything in Wingland. But the fairy-people call this darkness (which was behind the hills stretching miles and miles surounding Wingland like a valley) the Black Wall as it looks so in appearance. "I know."

"Then what were you trying to do? Kill yourself?"

I flew back to the cliff, ignoring his questions. "You don't know, Twitter, how unhappy I am here. I just want to go far from this land."

"I'm sure there are lots of fairies like you who wish to leave Wingland. But you know clearly nobody can." Twitter landed on the cliff next to me, his wings stopping moving. "The Black Wall prevents the Citizens from escaping Wingland and the Outsiders from invading it. And, suppose if you escape by any chance, the sunlight in other world would burn you to death."

"I don't believe this theory," I put in my opinion. "It's only a saying, probably just to scare everybody and make them stay here in Wingland."

"Whatever you say, you just can't leave Wingland," said Twitter stubbornly. "Besides this, the creatures living outside Wingland aren't used to seeing us fairies. Now come on, let's fly home. You've to get ready for the royal party real quick too."

"I'm not in the mood to attend any party."

"Oh, yeah? Tell that to your father. You must come home with me right now!" Twitter jumped in the air pulling me by my hand, the wings on his back fluttering so fast they made noise. "Hop on!"