Fay's eyes opened to the icy dark woods that surrounded her.

Unable to recollect where she

was, she tried to stand on her dainty legs but failed. She tried to be upright again with the
help of her wings but was unsuccessful. This was odd to Fay since her wings never let her
down. She turned her neck to find her once pale blue, shimmery wings turned a dull grey that
resembled the colour of the sky before a storm, with holes enough to trigger someone
suffering trypophobia.
Fay looked around herself and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Unconscious fairies surrounded
her, the once vibrant rainbow lay around her, dull and lifeless. Fay with the help of a sturdy
branch, that is probably as big as a human’s finger, she stood herself up. She walked on the
rubble beneath her, carefully as if to not hurt herself anymore. She called out from the bottom
of her stomach, “Hello?” but met with no response. “Hello? Does anyone need help?”, she
called out once again. Just as she was going to call out for the third time, she heard someone
whimper at a distance. As Fay walked over to the mysterious sound, she looked around
herself with tears in her eyes. What happened to all these fairies?
She got closer to the sound that seemed to be coming from a cave. Upon entering the cave,
there she found another being, much like herself, but it was no ordinary fairy. That was Lea,
the Princess of the Moors. Fay exclaimed, “Princess Lea! Oh, heavens I hope you’re alright.”
Lea struggles to reply and says, “Help…. please….my…. wings…. please.” Without missing
a beat, Fay rushed to Lea and tried to examine her. Fay asked warily, “Princess, where are
your wings?” to which Lea pointed in the farther corner of the cave. There they lay, the
princess’s wings, rose gold in hue and still so regal however, dull. “What happened here? Do
you know where we are?” asked Fay while helping up Lea.
“Well, we are in Avonlea. I don’t remember what happened, but I do have a theory”,
answered Lea. Fay couldn’t believe it. The Avonlea that waited for them outside the cave is
not how Fay remembered it. The serene and alluring Avonlea, with year-round spring and
magic in the air, now rests in a sea of rubble, broken twigs with an icy chill in the air.
Breaking away from her restless mind, Fay enquired “What is your theory?”
Lea looked down at her hands and answered hesitantly, “Um, I overheard a conversation
between my mother and Maleficent. I heard Maleficent concern over the dying world beyond
the moors. She mentioned something called, Global Warming and how it is the evil of all.
Unfortunately, I heard someone coming and couldn’t listen any further.”