Girl gets lost.

Anne Mary was a girl. An lost and lonely sad little girl. While digging for her fortune in a little mining town of Minnesota, she happened across a little blue fairy. She spoke to the fairy.

"What in this world are you?"

'In this world I am nothing more than a speck of dust transformed by your very own imagination.'

"Does that mean you live in another world?"

'Of course. I live in the world of everything that people wish there was or wasn't here on "Earth".'

The girl pondered that for a moment...

"Are there dragons and unicorns in this world of yours?"

'If there weren't, there wouldn't be so many stories on "Earth" that include them. Common sense dictates the necessity for them.'

'I could show you if you wish.'

And in a whirlwind of rainbow dust and fairy wings, Anne Mary vanished just like that. And she was lost. Lost in a true fairy tale, as this fairy could have only appeared from a fairyland. That is the land all people talk about when they even mention dragons or unicorns or fairies. or should i say faeries. i think i like that better.

The faery called upon the master of all faeries and soon Anne Mary was customed with wings so that the faery, who now needs a name, due to all the other faeries we'll be meeting later, wouldn't have to trouble herself with carting the silly girl around.

'Seeing as we haven't been properly introduced, I believe I shall tell you my name.'

And so it was done.

'My name is Anatraeilies, Antrae for short.'

"What a beautiful name! Mine happens to be Anne Mary."

'What a boring and human-like name.'

If you haven't noticed, Anatraeilies is quite like a moody faery who only really wishes to get this inciteful human off her back. And so Antrae leads the stupid human child to the land of elves. elves have always had a certain soft spot for little girl humans and so Anne Mary found herself lost in a new land, the Elven land. And here our story, the very lame story that it is, comes to an end, or a pause, as i may get bored again some time and happen upon the story of Anne Mary. I may wonder what happened to her. As may you, if you ever come back to check.