Once upon a time there was a little girl that was given an old fairy tale book from her grandmother. She loved the illustrations, colorful margins and inspiring words that lined the pages. She read it every night before she fell asleep, keeping the book still in her hands. Then one night she awoke with a start after feeling a bump from under her bed. What might that be? The little girl thought, peering around the dark, cramped room. Then, suddenly, there it was again, this time from her book. She couldn’t see it, yet she thought she felt to little legs upon her palm. She reached for the oil lamp and she slowly filled it and lit it. In the now shadowy room, she spied her book upon the floor.

“How strange,” She murmured. “I swear it was just in my hands!” She crawled onto the dusty floor and over to where her book sat. When she was close enough, she realized it was open. The little girl peered onto the open page. “How strange,” she said. “Wasn’t the prince on the left side?” In fact, she was right. The prince had moved to the right side, behind the dragon he was supposed to be battling. “Hmm…” The girl thought a moment. “No, it couldn’t be! How silly of me!” The little girl took the book and crawled back into her small bed. A few moments passed, and her eyes slowly shut, and everything fell away as the little girl slept. No poverty, no diseases, just the sweet feeling of dreams possessed her.

She was sitting on a cloud now, counting all of the silver coins that were lying around her. “Dreamland is fantastic!” She managed to say, the joy of happiness filling her within her.
“Tempest!” squealed a small voice underneath. “Huh? Who called my name?” There was nothing but clouds that surrounded the girl.

“Tempest!” It came again, “Look behind you!” Sure enough, there was a tiny fairy hovering behind the girl. “What’s wrong, little fairy?” The girl asked. This is a dream, she thought. Nothing can really be wrong that’s real. “Tempest! There is something wrong with the book!” “The book? You mean my grandmother’s book?”

“Yes! Hurry Tempest!” Before the girl could speak again, the dream faded to nothing.

“Tempest. Tempest! “ she woke with the sound of her mother calling ” I found your book in the living room down stairs. You should be more carful with your things .”

“That’s funny.” said Tempest. “Now I know something weird is going on. No way did I leave that book in the living room.”

So she got up got dressed had breakfast and went to investigate. She looked in her room for
clues of fairies or what she witnessed last night to be true. But so far she had found nothing
besides no harm had come to the book and if someone was steeling it why wasn’t it just a plain but colourful story book? She had questions to answer and so far she found no answers .So she moved to the living room and found nothing wait what’s that? She saw something behind the couch. It was a ribbon, a tiny pink ribbon that used to be on her story book cover and beside it was a tinny note the size of her finger nail. It was written in symbols, so she couldn’t read it .She thought that maybe her grandmother might know about reading symbols as it’s her book. She quickly dialed her phone number and waited until a beep sounded for the answering machine. She left a quick message and decided to call first thing in the morning.

First thing in the morning Tempest dialed her grandmother but still no answer. No answer the next day and again the day after that. She just had to find out what was up, so she rode her bike over to her grandmother’s house. When she got there the yard was empty when normally it is filled with beautiful flowers. This time everything was dead and even the decorations were knocked over.