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“I do have one question though.” “Go ahead.” “Why am I Tinker Bell? Why not Wendy or Peter Pan?” “You’re sassy, feisty, and leave pixie dust wherever you go.” He smiles at me. “And when people are down, all they need is faith and trust and pixie dust to fly, to be happy.” And with that he walks into his office I stir coffee as I contemplate his words. “What’s this?” Kira says from the door. “I’m going grunge.” I hand her her mug. She simply nods once. “You have the ass to pull of black.

I click on it and read the text. From Gray: Tinkerbell , are you at home? I roll my eyes and toss my phone aside. How can he steal my number and even save his number in my phone. I ignore it and press my face on my pillow. He's gonna end up like Freddie. Always after your pants.

He grins at me, and I tilt my head—I never noticed his pointy ears before. I laugh, amused by Finn's twitching ears. "What kind of creature are you?" Finn picks me up into his arms. "Before I was locked inside that crystal ball, I used to be a fairy." My voice is drowsy. "Like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan?" "Who is Tinker Bell and Peter Pan?" I like his confusion; it makes me smile wider. "I'm going to call you Tink." "Sleep well, Patricia," Finn says, stifling a laugh. "Using the wind element for the first time must have been exhausting, but you did well. I'm very proud of you, and I hope we can become friends."

The boy then chuckles. Indeed Peter and the Lost Boys didn't need Pixie dust before, but then the dust was soon added for precautions. A lot of children had attempted to fly and their injuries were caused. That's why Barrie had added it for safety measures. Even Tinker Bell was just a light of dot back then. "And who's Tinker Bell?" the boy asked, his brows knitted together. "Have you forgotten Tink?" asked Amorivia. "Might have. Also, are you coming?" He asked with a smirk.

We get no further before the bell rings, and everything becomes a flurry of changing and re-tuning instruments for the performance. It is not until I'm home, ready for bed in a silky camisole-and-lacy-knickers set that nobody else has yet seen me in, that my phone rings. I don't need to check caller ID. I have different ring tones set for most of my family and might-as-well-be-family. “Rupert!” I greet happily as I pick up. “Four-Strings McGraw!” My godfather greets me back. He is terrible at nicknames. “What's up, Tinkerbell?”

They both looked a lot like April and the others. “ You're both late Tink! ” April snaps. “ Chill! We had a lot to take care of. ” Tink replied as they walked towards them. She wore a white leather jacket and jeans with blue sunglasses on her eyes, while the other looked like she was in what seemed like futuristic slim-fit dark red armor. “ Tell us umm... Was what we felt uh, really happen? ” Tel asks. Her right eye was brown while the other looked like a glowing red pearl embedded into her armor.

as a natural, genetic inheritance. "Grandpa, tell me about the 'Tick-Tock' again," a young girl named Elara asked. She was barely six, her eyes glowing with a steady, peaceful violet light. To her, the idea of a world without the "Hum" was as alien as a world without air.

She put the candy bar on the table next to the diamond necklace. The Tinker watched them leave. When they were gone, he picked up the Snickers bar. He sniffed it with a sensor. "Peanuts," he muttered. "Acceptable." He took a bite, watching the darkness swallow the fallen billionaire and his court. "Sub-level 9," the Tinker chuckled to himself. "I give them two days. The Shadows are hungry."

“There’s more?” “Yes. I love this spot, a long time ago my mother built this spot for some of the lands cherished creatures. Do you believe in fairies Liza?” “I mean, what little girl didn’t grow up believing in fairies with Tinkerbell and Thumbelina.” She laughed. “Well, true.” I stood up and held my hand out for hers. Once she was on her feet we walked to the middle of the meadow. “Promise not to freak out.” “What’s going on Alaric?” She asked with her eyebrow half cocked.

’ She barked, getting antsy about me being under her legs. ‘What? No. He needs a good female to breed with. Yours looked nicer than the ones he picked. I want to see if they like each other.’ I explained. ‘Hurry… follow me.’ I encouraged her, hoping to get her to chase me as I dodged her human’s hand. ‘Oh! Okay! I’m Tinkerbell, by the way. Sorry I didn’t say that sooner. I get spooked easily.’ She agreed, dragging her human as she chased after me.