"A Conversation with the Darkest Faerie" by vanessa1357924680 "Here you are, Xandra," Queen Fyora said, using her magic to carry the Speckled Xweetok statue as she walked. Xandra glared at the faerie with as much hatred as she could muster; unfortunately for her, it didn't register on her face. She had been turned to stone...
Popular for the First Time: Part Three I stood at the door of Paint's house, anxiously waiting for her to answer the door so I could tell her I would be absent at this week's sleepover.