Gary Jones- Reader's Challenge:
Young Female Pixie,
A rundown hotel,
Homeless looking for somewhere to live,
Little brother
"Isabelle, it is time." Belcher said, opening the door to the great pixie hall. All the elders had turned out to observe the test and as she fluttered in, the room became silent.
Isabelle flew nervously to the center of the ring. Her last two final tests had been in the same room, but there had been few eyes to witness her failures. There were young lords and some of the oldest pixie families in the seats. She looked about for her mother and was pleased to see that she was there. It gave Isabelle a sense of calm and she built on this to become centered.
The aged elder fluttered erratically to the small pedestal that was suspended by magic up above the many gathered. Isabelle's heart jumped when she looked upon the royal box. The Queen and her entourage filled the box far above the others.
"Let the final test of magic begin for Isabelle of clan Mistywing." The crowd fluttered the wings and the hall became a buzz.
