Thalia
There is a heavy silence hanging around the kitchen table. I think my mom and dad are fighting about something, and I can only guess it has something to do with the new prisoner locked up in the pack dungeons.
The truth is, I’m curious about our new prisoner. My whole head is filled with questions, but I don’t dare to ask anything when my parents are scowling.
I pick up my spoon and keep eating my cereal. Since I’m stuck in my fairy form without my wings, my dad has bought doll furniture for me. There is a tiny table placed on top of the real table, and I even have plates and glasses.
In a sense, I’m living comfortably, but realistically I can’t live a life while being the size of a toy forever. I must find a way to heal my wings, and my family has promised to help me. Sky an
