Cedric's eyes fluttered open as he found himself sprawled on the ground, a gentle breeze rustling around him. Blinking in confusion, he attempted to sit up, only to freeze as a small figure fluttered above him.
The figure was no taller than his hand, with delicate black hair and sparkling blue eyes that gazed at him with an odd mixture of familiarity and curiosity. It was a fairy, ethereal and enchanting, and it spoke in a voice that was both endearing and bewildering.
"Papa?"
Cedric's jaw dropped, his mind struggling to process the surreal scene before him. "Papa?" he echoed, his voice a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. He glanced around, searching for any sign of explanation or rationality, but the world around him seemed unchanged.
"Um, Megna!" Cedric called out, his voice tinged with urgency. "Megna, where are you?"
