middle of chapter one The magic key and the fairies and her beautiful fairy tale

it was always all the way under the very old oak tree Ava had always hummed a little tuneless melody with her little fingers had always been tracing the little contour of a very tiny little wooden boat was always an piece of some art which she had always learned all the way from her fairy grandfather my name is Elizabeth Langford I do remember this story as a teenager I did write this story when I was sweet sixteen years old then I did write another story when I was seventeen years old as Ava had always secured it in a little not hole and she had always headed all the way to the kitchen for lunch there was always a very shimmering light had always been snagged all the way from the forest to get her attention her fairy grandfather had always warned her all about such little sights but then this little light was always been called to a little something was always very deep within Ava Where she had always stepped all the way into the very thick whispers of the forest was always been drawn to a very little clearing where there was always a little arch way had always stood just before Ava I always used to be the sweetest teenager when I was young there were some very tiny fairies had always fluttered in some little distress and her little heart was always been quickened as their little leader where there was always an elderly fairy was always still a little form of a little fairy child who was always been cradled in her arms as they had always needed a little life was going all the way from her life where Ava was always been closing her eyes she had always poured all her little essence in to the very tiny body was always been igniting its wings as the little child had always stirred with the little gratitude was always been going all the way from the fairies had always filled Ava with an unearthly joy when Ava had always returned home with her little heart was always a little light with some magic and she had always shared her little adventures with her fairy grandmother who had always listened very anxiously it was none of the less her fairy grandmother had always felt transformed and infused with some life and wonder was always been going all the way from a very magical world was always so close to be as yet as it was very distant now when the little days had always turned into a very magical routine with one of each visit was going all the way to the fairy Dell was always been enriching her little spirit it was always one day the fairies had always led Ava all the way to a little well at the very top of the hill it was always been there she had always met Edward who was always a little kelpie with two little horns on his head who could always drown her if Ava had always entered his waters but then she was always not afraid at all as the fairies had always surrounded Ava with their laughter and they had always guided Ava all the way through the forest with one of every encounter which it was always reminding Ava that it was always some bravery and friendship in the very magical realm would always be awaken the very little spirit of the little adventure was always been within Ava it was always this summer was as amidst as the goldenness of the sky she had always became Ava the real little middle of summer rainbow girl who had always danced all the way between the magical worlds she was always been crafting some tales had always been woven all the way from the magic of the fairies and the very essence of her life all by herself it was always a very warm summer’s day when Ava had always stumbled that was upon a hidden treasure was always a very tiny key was always been all the way beneath a vibrant mushroom as her little heart had always skipped with some glee as I had always reached all the way down to pick it up who was always been remembering the very little tales of some fairies which I had always loved very much it was always been during after school care it was always little did Ava always know that this little key had always held the little power was always going to unlock a little pot of some magic that it had always been sealed all the way up for ages as the sun had always began to set all the way down to sleep now Ava had always dashed all the way through the enchanted forest with some excitement had always been bubbling within her the fairies were the most happiest magical being of fairyland who were always been gathering all the way around Ava with anticipation as she had always approached all the to the very shimmering pot with a very deep breath Ava had always inserted the little key and it had always turned with a very soft click was always been echoing in the stillness when suddenly the pot had always opened with a little flourish was always revealing some very sparkling lights and some whimsical creatures as the pixies had always twirled in some delight and the kelpies had always peeked all the way down from the very bottom of a nearby well as they were always been marvelling at the magic that it was always been released now as the very calm world was always been transformed all the way around them there was always a very radiant rainbow had always arched all the way across the sky with its colours were always been very vivid that they had always seemed to dance with the little joy of the day where the fairies had always been urged Ava to sit all among them it was always for this was always no ordinary tale it was always a very magical saga that it would always be told all over and over again as their laughter was always echoing all the way through the hearts of all the fairies who had always been dared to believe it with the bot was open now as the very next chapter of their adventure was always just the beginning and Ava had always knew that now she would always create a little story was even more beautiful than the rainbow all by itself all together forever