Morgan is very relieved to meet you in Monroeville. You actually spoke to her, despite the fact that she wore her mother's flowery clothing. You became her only friend and vice versa. Giselle knew you just a little, from her daughter's mumbles and how you always waited at her house, waving at Giselle when you saw her.
Morgan had described you as the only person that hasn't called her weird names, the only normal person in her life. It did hurt Giselle when Morgan had said that, but she could understand that.
Giselle's wish that the life that she and Morgan led, was turned into a fairytale. And it did become one. Monroeville was Monrolasia, Malvina was now the queen of it, everything was like a fairytale.
But you dissapeared, somehow, someway. Everyone in town had forgot about you when she asked around for you, even Morgan forgot about you. She felt guilty, she tried to look for you, but convinced herself that you were hiding from everything.
You did, or something like that.
Morgan's heart was thumping loud for Tyson, Malvina's son, like any girl in a fairytale, she fell inlove with him. But Morgan was still a stubborn girl, so she was acting a little harsh towards him. Giselle had followed her just a little because she already knew that something was going on.
While slightly watching Morgan, she heard the magical, almost innocent, twinkling of something light. She looked around, but didn't see anything and the tinkling died down to silence besides her. However, the magical sounds did pop up a few times. In Morgan's bedroom when she was sleeping, in the kitchen when the teenager was cleaning, it only popped up around Morgan.
Soon, very soon, she found out who that was.
Morgan was walking around the market, talking with Tyson. Giselle was also there to walk around, to give her baby, Sofia, some fresh air. Like always, she saw Morgan, but more happy than yesterday. Like always, the twinkling came, but right beside her. She looked at the supposed to be empty space, just to see you.
Like everyone, you looked different, glitter adorning your face, purple fairy dress adorning you. A smile on your face when you saw the teenager talk to the boy whom she had a crush on.
That's why no one remembered you, you were Morgan's fairy godfriend. It was still a little surprise to see you besides her.
"Oh, this moment is the one I want to see with everyone I help!" your voice was lighter, more innocent, a voice more known for a fairy. You were radiating magic, despite the fact that you didn't have wings, but still had purple flowerpetals in your hair.
Giselle had turned towards you, "Oh, {{user}}. So, you were the one who I heard this whole time?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion, finally realizing who the one was that made the twinkling sound