10 year old Niall Horan was a ball of wonder. Thirsting for adventure and stories that would bring excitement to his ordinary life. Intrigued by these stories told by his mother, he believed in them truly. To him, the magic fairies and sly elves were all real. Each night he was visited by them in his dreams, battling against big ugly monsters and rescuing princesses from their towers. Now, ten years later, Niall's belief in the tales has fled from his mind. The only trace left of the characters existence were in his journals, written by him as a young child, which would often be swatted away and put off as an overactive imagination. And it was going good for Niall, the whole disbelieving in fairytales thing, until he found himself right smack dab in the middle of a story he thought could never be true. ( Cover credit to http://karukara.tumblr.com/ )
I will be rewriting the story here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3717193/chapters/8230573