THE FAIRY IN THE BOX

The little fairy shivered and shook, trying to control her heart from jumping out from within her chest. They had taken her powers. Taken the only thing that made her special, and without her magic, she was nothing. As she thought to herself, trying to figure out whether or not she’d live through the night, tears gently flowed down her pale skin. She allowed her arms to cross over each other perfectly, holding both sides of her body for warmth.

It was dark, and there was hardly any air left to breathe. Terrified of where she may be, the fairy slowly felt the walls, running her fingers along them as she walked. It was as though she was in some sort of box, and she had a feeling that she was going to be trapped inside for quite a while.

Voices could be heard from outside, so the fairy put her elf-like ear to the wall and listened, trying to understand the human language. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears. Could the voices be of those who stole her magic?

There were cries of laughter and giggles, making the fairy jerk away from the wall, falling to the floor. Suddenly, the roof above the fairy’s head opened and a gleaming light shone inside.

“Don’t touch her!” the older voice called, as the fairy tried to avoid the sea of fingers poking at her. “She’s afraid of humans!”  The fingers were taken away immediately and a human hand was placed inside instead. It rested on the ground in front of the fairy, making her contemplate whether or not she should grab onto it. Could the hand be here to free her or was it another trap? Either way, the fairy had no choice but to sit firmly in the palm of the hand and wait to be taken