Lost and Found- Prolouge

Lost and Found

Summary: More than anything Bloom loved being a real-life fairy, after all it was her childhood dream. But this, everything in her life, was becoming too much to bare. The expectations, criticism, paparazzi, politics, drama and danger. All of it was too much. Overwhelmed Bloom does the un-thinkable, stages her own suicide and flees into the unknown in hopes of greener grass. AU.

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Prologue

Frustration; that is what I feel.

Chronically it was years and years ago, but I could still re-call the best and worst day of my life. I remember being awoken by Mo- er, Vanessa in a light hearted fashion about being late for school. Jumping out of bed and rushing around getting ready, only to then realize summer vacation had just begin. I remember being upset about having to work in her shop during the break and how much I longed for freedom, adventure, something special. I believe those where my words of choice.

Dragon, I was so stupid and childish when I was sixteen. Yet to face the hardships that where ahead.

I feel a small smile form across my face, just thinking of my life before beings about happiness. Recalling better days. Oh how I wish I could go back to those days when my biggest problem was getting Andy to notice me. How trivial.

Inside my head the memory continues to play out, and I can see my younger counter-part riding my old red bike though Gardenia, imaging what it feels like to be able to take flight until I arrive at the park. From this point I remain quite as I watch myself make what I consider one the biggest mistakes of my life- discovering my powers and allowing myself to whisked off to some forging land. How cliché.

My expression changes as I see sixteen-year-old Bloom come face to face with Stella for the first time. I feel my eyes water as I think of the woman who become one of my sisters and my rock. But at the same time there is some bitterness, as if Stella had never been there that day none of the past ten-years would have happened. And I would be free to be normal and away from the spotlight that has been cast on me.

All across the entire magical dimension everyone knows my name, my story, and seemingly everything about me. They call me by my full title, Her Royal Highness Princess Bloom of Domino. Little do any of them know the only thing I want to be called is Bloom, Bloom Peters.

Just because I live in a world that looks like a fairy-tale, hardly means like life is one.