Hey guys! This is my first story on FictionPress, but I have written on FanFiction a lot so feel free to check that out. I wrote this story in 6th grade but I loved it so much I decided to revise it and post it up here for the ENTIRE WORLD to see. J oohhh god now I'm nervous. Meh, I'll live. Alright, enough of this, behold: a product of my insane imagination!

Nettle Springing grew up in a family of Glinters. Glinters are of the groups of fairies that scavenge for anything interesting in the three outer regions of the Petalglade. They fly around, looking for things that might be useful. If they find something, they bring it to the Mahogany palace to be checked. The Checkers examine the find, and determine if it is worthy of being turned into something. For instance, a large leave may become a blanket, of an acorn cap could be a bowl. If the Checkers believe an item has promise, they ship it off to one of the stores to be sold to fairies. For such an important job, the Glinters were not the highest up on the social or financial ladder. Needless to say, Nettle was not bathing in riches. She sighed as she looked at a map of the Petalglade that was hanging on the wall.

The three regions, Shellchip Beach, the GrassForests, and the Overland Gate, surround a bustling city known as Central Flora. Central Flora gets thousands of fairy tourists each year, so you'd think life would be exciting. No. Not if you have lived there your entire life in a small flower house in the weedy side of town with no friends. Story of Nettle's life. Nettle could not have been more bored. She trudged past the long mirror made of a piece of broken glass that was found by her father on Shellchip Beach. Nettle was not the most attractive 13 year old fairy in Central Flora, no not by a long shot. That title belonged to Queen Primrose's granddaughter, Princess Magnolia. Tall, blonde, looks great in anything. Nettle on the otherhand….

Nettle was short and skinny, with legs that were too long and a torso that was too short. Her hair was a boring brown that never cooperated. If it wasn't sticking up, it was tangled. Nettle's eyes were the only part of her that could be called "pretty." They were big and green with long lashes, eyes that her father would describe as being "anime." Nettle wore a white daisy petal hoodie with sleeves that had to be rolled up multiple times. She also wore beech bark capris that weren't really capris, but were so short on her legs that nobody could tell the difference. She was barefoot, shoes were a bit hard to come by, and her only pair was a fancy set of Sunflower seed slippers. Nettle's wings were not the tall, shiny wings that the rich fairy women who lived in downtown Flora had. Nettle's wings were a dull brown color that always made her look dirty. They were short and rounded at the top, as opposed to pointy. "They spike eventually. Mine spiked when I turned 14. Maybe yours will too." Her mother had said when Nettle asked about the wing situation. Nettle wasn't convinced.

Finally, salvation from Nettle's depressed thoughts arrived in the form of her father. "Hey, Nettle. I'm going glinting soon, wanna come?" Nettle shrugged. "Yeah, I guess Anything is better than sitting here feeling sorry for myself." She replied, walking towards the front door. After her father grabbed his glinting bag, they took off towards the GrassForests.