He's another chapter!

Again, I apologize for neglected this story for so long. I'll try to get a move on with my other stories too... so much to do :) very happy about it though, as I actually have time to do this now and I'm building up my creativity again. WOO!

Fantasy, n
- imagination unrestricted by reality

When Sophie was a little baby, especially whilst she was teething, she would stay awake late into the night giggling and raising her hands above her, grasping out to something above her cot.

Jamie could remember vaguely that throughout the day she would scream bloody blue murder, nothing would settle her and she could barely eat any food without wailing in pain. In a desperate attempt to help his little sister, at only eight himself at the time Jamie would sit for hours with her, mashing up solid food to make it easier for her and using what little pocket money he had to run to the store to get baby food to get something in her stomach. Their mother was doing what she could, and had all but reverted to giving her formula milk to stop her crying in pain so much.

But Jamie could remember looking through the crack to her bedroom in the dead of night, thinking he'd heard her stirring from his room and expecting her to start crying again, to see her smiling widely. Her little white teeth would glitter in the moonlight – her gums too oddly enough – and she would be reaching for something he could not see properly.

A light here, a glitter there. It seemed something magical was watching over his baby sister to help her cope through teething, and though it perplexed him to no end he accepted it as good because for the first time in months Sophie was smiling.

One night, in pretty much the same circumstance, he could have sworn that he heard the beating of tiny wings, a soft low humming. He heard higher pitched giggling than his sister was capable of, as if a giggle went through helium, and as he peeked into the nursery he saw a tiny bird sat beside his sisters head, looking intently at her new teeth. He blinked, and it was gone.

For years he'd never mentioned this to anyone, thinking it was his imagination running wild, or he'd been so tired he'd just imagined it. Then he learned about the Guardians, and his whole perspective changed yet again. He learned the little bird he'd seen was actually a tiny tooth fairy, an extension of Toothiana who was the one and only tooth fairy, the head honcho if you will, the protector of memories.

He learned that when babies were teething, that mini fairies would be dispatched to help them grow properly, help them make enough room inside for all the happy and important memories that were to come, and the babies and toddlers involved were soothed by that.

What he had thought of as his imagination running rampant all those years ago, he now knew as something far more significant. It wasn't just fantasy, something wondrous but unreal.

It was very much real; the Guardians, their holidays, the magic in the world he'd grown up with. It was all very real and very present.

It was a reality for people who believed, a wonderful, amazing reality that was gifted upon the children of the world.