Chapter 1 Birth

Newborn Fairy's Pov:

(metallic voice)

"30g pixie dust successfully applied to object.

Transformation successful.

X-ray scan.......No deformities."

I open my eyes and look around me.

I am sitting on a big snowy plateau. Wild roots are around me. It's cold and everything consists out of beautiful ice.

A sparkling waterfall is behind me. It's frozen over and in front of me stands an ice statue of a boy, no, of a man who could have sprung out of my dreams, although I haven't ever had any dreams: Muscular, blonde... A picture of a man. Do all men look as dreamy as him?

I would like him to be my dream prince. He couldn't be a prince or anything like it because he is holding a bowl with yellow, frozen over powder. If he would only hold a sword and fight for a sweet virgin like me....

Snap out of it! Only 4 seconds alive and already after a man. You have to wait for the right one!

Oh yeah.... Where am I and what am I? Is anyone here?

(I)

"Hello?"

(metallic voice)

"Object can speak without problems.

Reaction time too long.

Scanning for brain damages....

No brain damages found.

Please, put your thumb onto the console in front of you to acquire your personal data."

I look in front of me. Oh! there is a wooden screen between me and Mr dreamy. I haven't seen it because I was watching only into his deep blue eyes. How beautiful they are! They are perfect.

Snap out if it! No guys until I know them better and he is only a statue! Besides I'm only 20 seconds old. I am too young for such a frozen honk.

I tear my eyes away and look at the console. I press my thumb onto the fingerprint scanner beneath it.

*Beep*......*Beep*......*Beep*...

On the screen a table appears:

Name: Ice fairy

Type: Ice fairy

Talent: excellent

What? I was named by a machine. Are you crazy?  Why should I take the name of a machine? It's like I was given a number.

Although when the guy behind the machine has such dreamy eyes I can't resist. You can call me whatever you want! I will be from the first to the last second yours....

But the problem is you can't give me what a young woman needs..... You are only an ice statue, Mr dreamy, and I am a young woman made out of flesh and blood.....

Okay let's look for people. Where is everybody?

(I, Ice Fairy)

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

I stand up.

When I stand up I feel the wind around my legs. It's cold and the wind plays with my white, silk dress, but I don't care. I go one time around the round protest. Between the wooden frozen pillows I have a marvellous view over the land. Everywhere Ice and snow until the ocean starts. Looks like I am on an Island. As I go I find some stairs. I walk them down.

On the way down I have a grand view over a strange town. It's inside the tree crowns. Over the trees a motorway floats with ice statues of bunnies, mice, otters and foxes on it. On their backs is different stuff like bags and fairies.

Everything is frozen in place. No movement. No sound. Only the wind.

I cry again

(I, Ice fairy)

"Hello?!"

No answer.

Was my birth so unimportant that only mister Dreamy was looking at it? I want someone to hear my first words.

I reach the town and meet another group of ice statues. Oh what is this? I can't believe it:

There are statues that look better than Mr dreamy. A giggle leaves my lips when I look at a male fairy with black hair and brown eyes. What a man! A face which only cries testosterone and a V form which you only know from films.....Okay, I don't know what films are but you get the picture.... Looks like every man is like this..... I landed in heaven.... if only the creatures in the ice would wake up and speak to me.

Stolen novel; please report.

Beside him is a female fairy: red hair, thin face, beautiful breasts and a super figure. She would make me jealous if her nose wasn't too big and I am pretty confident that I look pretty gorgeous....I think.

..... Hmmm..... What do I look like?..... I haven't ever looked at me. I look down on my hands:

What's this? This can't be! Webbings? Between my fingers? I look into the next window:

I have a beautiful face like everyone else:

Grey eyes, half of my hair is white, the other half is black. ....okay strange, but it looks good..... My figure is perfect.... tight breasts, an ass like a peach and a tummy which goes inside...

*knur* I am pretty hungry.... I haven't ever eaten anything... literally...

But I can't eat frozen food... A fire would help. Let's look for people, who are dreamy, not frozen and have food...

I go on and look at the strange houses in the trees or are the trees the houses? They consist mainly of wood with pieces of metal shining in the bark....Cyborg trees.... Every house is its own masterpiece. The branches of the trees make patterns, which show different occurrences in fairy history. They cover the whole street. Nothing is carved. It looks like they are grown.

In front of every house is a metallic thing. It is a long pillar. On its bottom is a big metallic disc. What is this? I close the distance and examine it and put my feet onto the disc. Suddenly the disc elevates and a moment later I stand in front of the entry. I enter the house.

...What do fairies need elevators for? They have wings..... When I think about it I have wings....Can I fly?

I try my beautiful wings which look as delicate as glass and flatter as strong as I can. I only float half a centimeter above the ground before I fall down onto my bottom....Maybe I need more training.

Okay mystery solved. Therefore the fairies need the elevators or at least their young ones do.

I stand up, rub my bottom, little whining escapes my lips. I look around me. A dark room is in front of me. Everywhere are books.

A flicker of a fire can be seen at the end of the room.

Maybe there is a living mister dreamy.

I begin running.

Oh finally people! And not only some beautiful statues.

When I want to start shouting I hear a mad laughter. What was that?

My sprint changes to tiptoeing. A bewitching smell dances around my nose.

What is that? Saliva gathers in my mouth.

A male voice shouts:

(Voice)

"It's alive! It's alive!"

The same voice in a higher tune answers:

(Voice, higher pitched)

"Don't startle me like that. Are you crazy!?"

Two hitting sounds are audible.

(Voice)

"You don't have to lose your temper over such a bagatelle."

(Voice, higher pitched)

"My temper is my own business."

(Voice)

"It's my business if you hit me!"

(Voice, higher pitched)

"Don't tell me what I have to do! I am an emancipated woman!"

(Voice)

"Haven't we been living in a matriarchate?"

(Voice, higher pitched)

"It became a patriarchate when the last ice fairy went into winter sleep."

(Voice, mumbling)

"I doubt that."

(Voice, higher pitched)

"What was that?! Have you said anything?!"

(Voice, exaggerated sweet)

"No honey. Only that you are the most understanding woman I have ever met."

(Voice, higher pitched)

"Oh hush......quit the sweet talk and back to work!"

(Voice)

"Yes, mam!"