Terrace fell silent. This had to be some kind of trick. Fairies were tiny, fictional creatures used in bedtime stories to lull children to sleep. His heart lurched. That's where he had heard the word from. Mom used to tell him and Morgan fantastical stories in bed of mythical beings and beasts. She had been a wonderful storyteller and even had dreams of publishing a book one day. Unfortunately, she'd never gotten the chance. "Fairies aren't real," he murmured." Whispers flew around the room and Amy gulped. She took a few steps forward so she was standing directly in the light. Behind her, something twinkled like stars. Terrace squinted at the sparkles, then gaped. A shimmery film spread out behind her, and it formed the shape of wings. (Cover by me c: // moved this story from my Writers Haven to here)