Amaya Robinson stared out of her bedroom window, her fingers tracing the glass as though she could draw answers from the fading morning mist. The quiet town below looked familiar, yet different. Rows of houses lined the streets, smoke curling from chimneys, and the occasional bark of a dog punctuated the silence.
To Amaya, it felt heavier today. Restless. Unsettled.
Her mother, Mrs. Cassandra Robinson, called from downstairs, her voice warm but edged with concern. "Amaya, breakfast is ready!"
Amaya sighed, pulling herself away from the window. "Coming, Mom," she muttered, though her mind was still elsewhere. Strange dreams had been haunting her for weeks, dreams filled with shadows, fire, and voices she could not recognize, yet somehow felt connected to her. Each time she woke, her heart raced as if she had been running for miles.
At the dining table, her father, Mr. Pat Robinson, rustled the newspaper while his coffee steamed in front of him. He looked up at her with a small smile. "You look pale, Amaya. Didn't sleep well again?"
She shook her head and slid into her seat. "It was just a dream," she said quietly.
Her mother placed a plate in front of her and studied her closely. "The same dream?"
Amaya hesitated. The dream was always the same, but now it was growing clearer. Faces appeared in the fire, faces she did not recognize yet somehow felt familiar. She shrugged it off. "Yes. Probably nothing."
But it did not feel like nothing.
As she picked at her breakfast, a faint shimmer of wings caught her attention near the window. For a brief moment, a tiny spark of glowing light fluttered before vanishing. Amaya blinked, her fork frozen mid-air.
Her cousin Gwen had once teased her about seeing things as children, but Amaya had never told anyone the truth. Strange things had always happened around her: small, unexplainable flashes, whispers, and lights no one else could see.
Her father's voice brought her back. "Do not let your imagination run wild, Amaya. You have school today. Focus on that."
Amaya nodded but her mind was still elsewhere. Something deep inside her stirred, as though the dreams were calling her to something greater, something dangerous. She did not know yet what it was, but she had the uneasy feeling that her life was about to change forever.
At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Her mother came in, carrying a tray of fresh bread and jam. "Eat, honey. You need your strength."
Amaya smiled faintly and took a bite. The bread was warm and comforting, but her thoughts kept drifting to the strange visions and the mysterious light she had seen. Was it real, or just her imagination?
After breakfast, her parents left for their errands, leaving Amaya alone in the quiet house. She wandered into the garden, letting the soft morning sun wash over her face. The flowers were in full bloom, and their scent filled the air, calming her frayed nerves.
As she walked through the garden, a sudden movement caught her eye. A flash of light hovered near the rose bush. She froze. Something unseen seemed to brush against her mind, gentle yet insistent.
Then it happened. Her body lifted slightly off the ground. Panic rose in her chest. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they would not obey. Her heart pounded as she floated inches above the grass, the air shimmering with energy around her.
A soft voice whispered, "Are you alright?"
Amaya's eyes widened. She looked around and saw a small, glowing figure hovering in front of her. "Who are you?" she asked, trembling.
"I am Fiona, your fairy," the figure said, bowing gracefully. "I am here to guide you."
Amaya's mind raced. A fairy. In her garden. And she had just floated in the air without even realizing how it happened. She felt a mixture of fear and wonder.
Her parents returned moments later, and her mother immediately rushed to her side. "Amaya, are you hurt? What happened?"
Amaya shook her head, still staring at Fiona. "I… I don't know. Something just… lifted me."
Her father looked concerned but calm. "It is alright, Amaya. We will figure this out. You are safe."
Amaya felt a strange warmth spread through her body as she looked at her parents and the tiny fairy. Something had changed inside her, something powerful. For the first time, she felt as though her life was about to begin in a way she had never imagined.
And despite the fear and confusion, she was not afraid anymore.