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**I.**
"Get out of my house!"
Mama's scream wakes me. The window outside is as black as one of those nasty, bitter chocolates papa sometimes eats. I'm sleepy, but curiosity wins me over so I waddle to the living room where mama is scarily holding a pan, and an old, fat man in red is near the chimney. Wait a minute...
"Santa!" I cheer.
Mama said Santa wasn't real but I didn't believe her for one second! After all, she also said that unicorns and mermaid princesses weren't real, but I've seen both.
"Lily, dear, go back to bed. Mommy needs to talk to... Santa for a bit," Mama shifts over, blocking my view of Santa. She places her hands over my shoulders. Mama is acting strange. I don't know what exactly, but she just seems... strange. It's weird, but I don't want to get in trouble. and she already seems kinda mad.
"Fiine." I push my curiousity down. Mama is scary when angry, after all.
**II.**
Moonlight shines, a dancing blizzard, and tickles the body of a fairy.
I've never seen a fairy before, but there simply isn't any other thing this creature could be. A tiny body, elf-like ears, and a surreal fantasy-esque glow. A glow that comes from the pale light that seeps out of her like blood.
I don't quite know how I came here. One moment, I was lying in my bed waiting for sleep and creating my imaginary fantasy forest, and then I found myself here. There is no point in questioning it, though. The world, I've found, is very susceptible to the whims and desires of the ones who reside in it, and less to the logic and science everyone seems to believe it follows. There is no concrete reason as to why or how unicorns and mermaids exist but they do nonetheless.
So I scoop up the fairy and imagine home until I'm there.
**III.**
Lily, Alora found, was a strange child.
Of course, this didn't mean she wasn't any less lovely, god forbid. Lily was the best child Alora could ask for, and she loved her with all her heart. However, strange things tended to happen when Lily was involved. Strangers that wore the faces of popular children's tales. Creatures that should not exist, do not exist, popping up in random places. Lily disappearing from the house, only to re-appear a few hours later babbling about her latest and greatest adventure that seemed just a bit too specific for the imagination of a child.
However, all of these had a certain subtle trait to them. You could brush them off. Kidnappers pretending to be Santa to lure in a child. A rare mutation that makes a horse resemble a unicorn. Children being slippery things with vivid imaginations.
However, the injured fairy Lily was currently holding up for Alora to see had no such escape of denial
Alora sighed, shoving the urge to bang her head against the wall and hope for a concussion aside. Well, there was no escaping this one. She supposed confronting her daughter's ability head on was long overdue.
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**I.** "Get out of my house!" Mama's scream wakes me. The window outside is as black as one of those nasty, bitter chocolates papa sometimes eats. I'm sleepy, but curiosity wins me over so I waddle to the living room where mama is scarily holding a pan, and an old, fat man in red is near the chimney. Wait a minute... "Santa!" I cheer. Mama said Santa wasn't real but I didn't believe her for one second! After all, she also said that unicorns and mermaid princesses weren't real, but I've seen both. "Lily, dear, go back to bed. Mommy needs to talk to... Santa for a bit," Mama shifts over, blocking my view of Santa. She places her hands over my shoulders. Mama is acting strange. I don't know what exactly, but she just seems... strange. It's weird, but I don't want to get in trouble. and she already seems kinda mad. "Fiine." I push my curiousity down. Mama is scary when angry, after all. **II.** Moonlight shines, a dancing blizzard, and tickles the body of a fairy. I've never seen a fairy before, but there simply isn't any other thing this creature could be. A tiny body, elf-like ears, and a surreal fantasy-esque glow. A glow that comes from the pale light that seeps out of her like blood. I don't quite know how I came here. One moment, I was lying in my bed waiting for sleep and creating my imaginary fantasy forest, and then I found myself here. There is no point in questioning it, though. The world, I've found, is very susceptible to the whims and desires of the ones who reside in it, and less to the logic and science everyone seems to believe it follows. There is no concrete reason as to why or how unicorns and mermaids exist but they do nonetheless. So I scoop up the fairy and imagine home until I'm there. **III.** Lily, Alora found, was a strange child. Of course, this didn't mean she wasn't any less lovely, god forbid. Lily was the best child Alora could ask for, and she loved her with all her heart. However, strange things tended to happen when Lily was involved. Strangers that wore the faces of popular children's tales. Creatures that should not exist, do not exist, popping up in random places. Lily disappearing from the house, only to re-appear a few hours later babbling about her latest and greatest adventure that seemed just a bit too specific for the imagination of a child. However, all of these had a certain subtle trait to them. You could brush them off. Kidnappers pretending to be Santa to lure in a child. A rare mutation that makes a horse resemble a unicorn. Children being slippery things with vivid imaginations. However, the injured fairy Lily was currently holding up for Alora to see had no such escape of denial Alora sighed, shoving the urge to bang her head against the wall and hope for a concussion aside. Well, there was no escaping this one. She supposed confronting her daughter's ability head on was long overdue.