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Become a fairy? Why not?

"Besides", Tiffany continues, "not all fairies are like the tooth fairy, you know. Take Crazy Cousin Bill", she gestures to a bumblebee zooming by. As it draws near, you overcome your instinctive duck-and-cover enough to notice a tiny man riding on it, a male fairy in cowboy duds. You gape.

"Howdy, Pardner", he pipes up in a voice that certainly doesn't sound like either Alvin or the other chipmunks. Reminds you of LBJ, to be honest. "Nice t'see our Tiff's got herself a new beau. Whoa, Lightnin'!", he shouts as the bumblebee apparently takes offense at being held to a hover. "Better get this critter back home afore we get ourselves a sting operation", he chuckles. "See ya round, young'un." The bumblebee zooms off with a whoop from Bill as Tiffany begins talking again. "We even get big parts in video games, like Razzly in Chrono Cross. She really kicks butt", she adds, though you're not entirely comfortable with her grin on that subject. "Then there was the time when Merlin fought Great-Aunt Rosetta. Merlin was stuck as a toad for weeks", she laughs, then stops at your quizzical expression. "Well, it's a long story. Look", she sighs, smiling fondly at you, "I'm only asking you the terrible price of becoming immortal, getting magical powers, and being able to fly. Besides, nobody outside the family ever needs to know about it. Won't you please reconsider?"

Looking into her beautiful eyes, you realize that you're really being a bit silly about the whole thing, though a distant corner of your brain can't shake the feeling that there's a price for everything. "Fine", you say at last. "I'll be a fairy."

With a smile you could get lost in, Tiffany begins to glow. Reaching out a hand to you, she intones, "Adhain, adhain, aistrigh an anam! Adhain, adhain, aistrigh an arthach! De cara dathuil dean do fear gan deireadh, laoch, saoi, dearthair, cara, ionuin! Gealach, Grian, Ban, Speir, o gra seo bi fiafraigh! Clois seo glor!"

You can almost feel the wings as they sprout from your back, even as a great explosion of light seems to take place within you. You feel light, you are fire, moonlight, magic!

Tiffany sighs, as you begin to recover, "Well, now you're a fairy. Well, half-fairy."

You wonder what to do next.

Written by Mitchell Lord (edited by wanderer)

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