1. Emily

"Emily?", said Carol as they drifted downward, silently mesmerized by the light. Shafts of 'heaven light' glinted down on them, lighting the path of their descent. Warm golden beams, the kind that attract fairies, which indeed is what Carol and Emily are.

Carol never liked her name. She thought it too pedestrian, normal like a secretary. Secretly, for she didn't want to be seen as a complainer, she wished her name were Estenzia, or Syllibusisia. Or Amanda.

"Emily?", asked Carol again, trying to break her friend's spellbound gaze. "Emily, I think you should come over after."

"Why? What do you mean?" Emily came to with a start. "Why should I come over?"

"To keep you out of danger, of course. To make sure that doesn't happen again."