Flint opened his eyes slowly. He was on the floor sweat streaking his forehead and the faint sent of gunpowder filled the air. He blinked a few times and his vision adjusted to the small close object in front of him. The fairy spoke and his confused face blushed as her lips landed on his cheek. "D..did I fall over?" Flint asked wondering what had happened.
The last thing he remembered was reading his book and the rest was vague, it was like trying to remember a dream.
Flint slowly stood up and sat back on his bed, his hands to his face as he wiped away the sweat and tears.