A True Story!! (SWC)

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My eyes fluttered open! The whole room glowed and was bathed in a silver light. Everything seemed so magical. In front of my eyes on the shelf, my favourite toy, Tinkerbell was gleaming in yellow, her wand raised in the air. The winged horse jumped on the bed startling me. I sat on the bed, awestruck with my mouth open. All of a sudden, with a whoosh, Tinkerbell landed beside my ear on my shoulder and whispered, “Quick, Pavana, we have to save fairyland”.

“The Witch,” said the winged horse, “has arrived”. Before I could say anything Tinkerbell lifted me onto the winged horse and we flew past over our houses outside the village.

The horse slowed down. We had left the dark and shady village. Suddenly sunlight blinded my eyes. I looked beneath to find myself landing on a pink flower. I gazed mesmerized at the surroundings. Everything was a mixture of colourful flowers here and butterflies there. Tinkerbell explained that we had arrived at the fairyland airport. After stepping out of the airport, I was dazed with amazement. Dainty fairies roamed around, there were thousands of fragrant flowers in all shades and tints of pink as far as eyes could see. Everything looked magical, spectacular and so dream like. A splendid rainbow was also visible across the puffy sky.

Tinkerbell led me straight to a superb hotel where elves and pixies in coats of green served us. The hotel was majestic and luxurious, and my bed was covered with crimson roses and hot pink chrysanthemums. A box of shell-shaped milk chocolates and a jar full of candyfloss were on my bedside table.

Finally, late at night I got the opportunity to talk to my toys. The explanation was that the mean, horrid and cruel witch had come to take away the fairy princess to make her marry her only son, an ugly beastly, crooked and hairy man. The secret plan was to kill both the mother and son. Everything was still not finalised and the fairyland citizens needed a human brain to execute the plan. Everyone was very gentle, kind and caring in fairyland. They treated me with extra care and respect and served me with delicacies and rare treats. They also showered me with precious tiny gifts.

The witch was coming the next day and we still hadn't any definite concrete plans. The witch arrived flying on an ebony black broomstick and clad in a raven black cloak. I shuddered at the sight of her. She was extremely ugly. She had a long protruding nose. Her dark face was full of boils and pimples and she was enormously fat and stout. Her son was even more horrendous to look at and had a physique too repulsive to describe in words.

When the two twin horror-figures came into the castle, they immediately headed towards the princess's room, by casting nasty spells on the guards and thereby turning them into slimy frogs. But her power and witchcraft was not strong enough for human beings. So when I stood as a barrier in front of the princess's door she could not beat me. From behind Tinkerbell was ready with a boiling pan of hot water. The witch was fighting with me ferociously. I was in a grave situation and felt very scared. I tried to get a grip on myself and suddenly could feel my courage mounting. I seized the witch's wand and started breaking it into pieces. I could see her strength gradually fading away. She screamed, twisted and turned and whirled and with a thud fell to the ground. As she breathed her last breath, her nostrils flared, and she muttered, ”Curse You!”

As for the son, we decided to push him into the “welcoming” pot of scalding water. 'Yes, yes, yes!” I cried, “We did it!” It was a moment of sheer happiness and joy. We celebrated our victory with great pomp in fairyland.

Everyone praised and thanked me. It was an adventure beyond my wildest dreams. My beloved toys took me back to my residence. I returned with a lot of gifts and toys and one special gift- the wings of a lovely and generous fairy. It was still dark. The clock just struck 4:00. When I returned, I quietly went back to sleep with my fairyland toys and treasures beside me. When my mother asked me about my toys and gifts I just stared hard and winked!

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