The fairy friends

Previously

…I took another small step forward, my wings giving a tentative flutter. “Thank you,” I said to the bear, my voice clearer now. “We’ll follow.” The bear let out a soft huff, a sound that was almost a chuckle, and then began to move, its great form gliding through the undergrowth with surprising grace. We followed, our tiny wings beating in unison, a trio of fairies trailing behind a gentle giant, venturing deeper into the Whispering Woods, not in fear, but in a spirit of shared adventure and unexpected friendship. The path it led us on was clear, the way forward illuminated not just by the filtered sunlight, but by the quiet promise of a safe passage.