The Fairy's Bubble Wand - First Chapter Preview
Chapter 1
Meet Fay
“Okay, let's try this one more time,” said the teacher.
Fay looked at her wand. She looked at her target. Determination consumed her. She was going to graduate from Fairy School if it was the last thing she did. She covered her eyes and waved her wand at the target.
“Fay, with your eyes open,” the teacher scolded.
“I can't do this,” said Fay. “It's no use. I'm never going to be a proper fairy.” She fluttered away.
“Fay, Fay, come back!” the teacher called. But Fay was already out of earshot.
“That girl will be the death of me,” the teacher lamented.
Fay had wandered off to her favorite spot by the river. She settled on a rock and rested her head on her knees. This was her thinking space, and normally it made her feel better. Not today. What if she could never pass her fairy classes?
“I'm a terrible fairy,” Fay said to herself. She picked up her wand and looked at it. She made a circling motion, pointing it at her reflection in the river.
“You're not terrible. You just haven't given yourself a chance,” said Fay's reflection.
“Who said that?” Fay asked.
“Me, your conscience, silly. I'm here in the water.”
“Oh, how did you...how are you?”
“You're a fairy. You of all fairies should believe in yourself. In your magic.”
“I do! I do! I mean I want to...”
“You want to, but you don't,” Fay's reflection scolded.
“I can't help it,” Fay defended herself.
“Fay, magic only works if you believe in it. And you must at least believe a little. Or else you wouldn't have been able to conjure me.”
“I conjured you?” Fay sounded bewildered.
“Yes, when you were swirling your wand a moment ago. You have to believe in yourself, Fay. There you will find your magic. Then you will see the results you want. Don't give up.” A ripple covered up the last few words of the reflection's speech.
“Wait!” Fay called. But the waves just started getting bigger and bigger.
“Darn it. She's right.” Fay fluttered away to find her fairy teacher.
Fay returned to the little garden that made up the fairy school. “I’m here to take my test,” she announced.
“Sorry, Fay. I'm getting ready to go home. It's too late today.” The fairy teacher's arms were full of her magic reference books.
“But, but...I believe in myself now. I'm the princess after all. If anyone should be able to do magic, it's me.”
The teacher set her books down. Hooray, she was listening to Fay. She was going to give her a chance.
“Okay, show me what you've got,” the teacher urged.
“I'm going to bloom this flower,” Fay asserted.
The teacher seemed annoyed and somehow, Fay felt that it was breaking her concentration. How could she act so huffy? She should be happy I came back, Fay thought with her own annoyance.
She didn't cover her eyes, but her annoyance at the teacher must have affected her ability to do magic. Rather than blooming the flower, she wilted it.
“I'm going home now, Fay. Good night.” The fairy teacher fluttered off.
Fay sat there alone, thinking about what had just happened. “Believing in myself didn't work. The teacher didn't believe in me anyway. I guess none of this matters. What am I going to do? Be a fairy with no magic for the rest of my life? How useless!” Fay rambled to herself for quite a bit.
Her father was the king, and Fay knew that he would be quite disappointed in her if she did not pass Fairy School.
“I have to leave before anyone finds out I didn't pass. I'll dishonor my family name.”
Meet Fay
“Okay, let's try this one more time,” said the teacher.
Fay looked at her wand. She looked at her target. Determination consumed her. She was going to graduate from Fairy School if it was the last thing she did. She covered her eyes and waved her wand at the target.
“Fay, with your eyes open,” the teacher scolded.
“I can't do this,” said Fay. “It's no use. I'm never going to be a proper fairy.” She fluttered away.
“Fay, Fay, come back!” the teacher called. But Fay was already out of earshot.
“That girl will be the death of me,” the teacher lamented.
Fay had wandered off to her favorite spot by the river. She settled on a rock and rested her head on her knees. This was her thinking space, and normally it made her feel better. Not today. What if she could never pass her fairy classes?
“I'm a terrible fairy,” Fay said to herself. She picked up her wand and looked at it. She made a circling motion, pointing it at her reflection in the river.
“You're not terrible. You just haven't given yourself a chance,” said Fay's reflection.
“Who said that?” Fay asked.
“Me, your conscience, silly. I'm here in the water.”
“Oh, how did you...how are you?”
“You're a fairy. You of all fairies should believe in yourself. In your magic.”
“I do! I do! I mean I want to...”
“You want to, but you don't,” Fay's reflection scolded.
“I can't help it,” Fay defended herself.
“Fay, magic only works if you believe in it. And you must at least believe a little. Or else you wouldn't have been able to conjure me.”
“I conjured you?” Fay sounded bewildered.
“Yes, when you were swirling your wand a moment ago. You have to believe in yourself, Fay. There you will find your magic. Then you will see the results you want. Don't give up.” A ripple covered up the last few words of the reflection's speech.
“Wait!” Fay called. But the waves just started getting bigger and bigger.
“Darn it. She's right.” Fay fluttered away to find her fairy teacher.
Fay returned to the little garden that made up the fairy school. “I’m here to take my test,” she announced.
“Sorry, Fay. I'm getting ready to go home. It's too late today.” The fairy teacher's arms were full of her magic reference books.
“But, but...I believe in myself now. I'm the princess after all. If anyone should be able to do magic, it's me.”
The teacher set her books down. Hooray, she was listening to Fay. She was going to give her a chance.
“Okay, show me what you've got,” the teacher urged.
“I'm going to bloom this flower,” Fay asserted.
The teacher seemed annoyed and somehow, Fay felt that it was breaking her concentration. How could she act so huffy? She should be happy I came back, Fay thought with her own annoyance.
She didn't cover her eyes, but her annoyance at the teacher must have affected her ability to do magic. Rather than blooming the flower, she wilted it.
“I'm going home now, Fay. Good night.” The fairy teacher fluttered off.
Fay sat there alone, thinking about what had just happened. “Believing in myself didn't work. The teacher didn't believe in me anyway. I guess none of this matters. What am I going to do? Be a fairy with no magic for the rest of my life? How useless!” Fay rambled to herself for quite a bit.
Her father was the king, and Fay knew that he would be quite disappointed in her if she did not pass Fairy School.
“I have to leave before anyone finds out I didn't pass. I'll dishonor my family name.”
