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A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 11. Scene 11
5th January, 1995
Dear Diary of Timely Rescue,
My Prince Charming is here! With the white horse and everything - though it’s more like a silver super-comfy car!
He appeared from nowehere, it’s magic!
His strong arms picked me up like a princess and laid me on the backseat of his car. His voice is like silk. 'I'm taking you to the hospital' he said, and I melted. He didn't even ask who I was or what I'm doing alone in the middle of nowhere. We've been on the road for maybe five minutes. It's such a smooth ride! The car seat is the most comfortable bed I've had in forever. I could definitely take a nap here, but Mr Stranger asked me to make an effort to stay awake. He gave me water too, though only a little bit because apparently it can be dangerous to drink all the five litres I could take right now at once. And some candy too. He said he was sorry he didn't have any actual food with him, but I'm gonna definitely get some in the hospital.
Mr Stranger talks to me every now and then. I think he wants to make sure I'm awake. He's asking how I can write with the car moving and not get sick. Apparently people get sick in cars? I didn't know that, though it might be because I can count the number of times I've been inside a car on the fingers of one hand. Mum hated cars more than any other fairy I've ever met.
Also Mr Stranger is not a fairy. He's a shape-shifter. And he told me his name too, but I can't for the life of me remember it or think of how to write it down. At least he speaks my language. He's actually pretty good at it too.
It turns out he has a holiday home in the forest and hangs out with fairies a lot. He was going there when he saw me, and now he's turning back to the city to save my life.
I love you, Mr Stranger!
He made his hair bushy like mine. Changed the colour to purple. Pink now. My favourite colours. This is so cool! I want to be a shape-shifter with pink hair too!
I want to laugh but my ribs kind of hurt? Is it because of the lack of food?
All I can see from the outside world now is the blue sky. No clouds. The sun is somewhere above, covered by the car's hood. I'm glad it's no longer burning me.
I know Mr Stranger said I should stay awake, but I'm so comfortable here. I could close my eyes just a little bit...
Good night, Dear Diary. See you later.
A Prince Charming shows up in a fairy tale… I bet nobody saw that coming!
Who is this Prince charming, though? Is he even going to appear beyond this timely rescue of our “princess”? We don’t even know his real name or what he looks like (though with shape-shifters, can you really know what they look like? How do they recognise each other? Nessa better befriend a shape-shifter who can answer all those questions for us).
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See you then!
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