Chapter Two
“Are you sure you’ll be able to fly the whole way?” Storm asks me carefully. It’s clear that he’d rather have me take the portable throne again. No chance. I’ll never get into that contraption again. Especially not now that I have wings. Beautiful, shimmering, almost translucent wings. I flutter them slightly and watch as they reflect the light in all colours of the rainbow. I’m still not entirely used to the feeling, but I’ve definitely fallen in love with how they look. People on Earth would probably think that I’m a fairy. If only they knew.
“I’ll manage,” I respond in my Princess voice, the one that doesn’t allow any arguments. It’s rare that I’m pulling rank, but today I really want to fly. And if I fall, I’m sure one of my four Guardians will catch me. If not... oh well
