3 Sprite's Story

3 Sprite's Story "Hurry up! We must go. We've got to get started. Follow me!" Sprite said. He flew away from Violet. Violet started to follow him. Then she stopped. Wait a minute, she thought. I can't believe I'm actually listening to a fairy!

"Stop!" Violet called out. Sprite made a quick turn in the air and zipped back to Violet. "We can't stop!" Sprite said. "This is too important!" Violet crossed her arms. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she said. "Not until you answer some questions." Sprite sighed. He flew down and landed on a rock. Then he folded his wings behind him.

"I thought you said your name was Violet," Sprite said. "People named after violets are supposed to be quiet and shy. You're very loud, you know." Violet frowned. "I got my name because of my eyes." Sprite flew up to Violet's face. He blew a strand of red hair away from her eyes. "I see," Sprite said. "Your eyes are purple. Not like violets at all, though. More like blueberries." Violet brushed Sprite away. "Never mind about my name. Why is my world in danger?"

Excited, Sprite fluttered his wings. "It's just terrible! You see, yesterday some fairies escaped from my world." "Your world?" Violet asked. "You mean in the oak tree?" Sprite shook his head impatiently. "The oak tree is just a door to my world," Sprite said. "I live in the Otherworld. With others like me. You call us fairies. Or pixies."

"You mean like fairyland?" Violet asked. "Yes! Yes!" Sprite said. "That's where I live. But some fairies escaped. Now they're here in your world, and I've got to bring them back!" "What's the big deal about some fairies escaping?" Violet asked. "You don't look very dangerous to me." "Well, these fairies are dangerous. And they are not all small creatures with wings, like I am," Sprite said. "There are fourteen of them. They're all different. And they're probably making a huge mess of things. So we've got to find them right now!"