So it begins....

I stirred dizzy and blurry, hearing faint voices all around me.
"I think she'll be fine, just let her come around," someone said in a small English accent that I didn't recognize.
"Yes but she has a nasty looking bump on her head, are you sure she will be okay?" That was my grandmother from what I could gather in my hazy state.
"Ah a bump and that is it, better than a gash or worse, well you understand." The little English accent said again.
"Well Magda I think she is fine, let's just give her a minute." This was my grandfather, and not speaking in rhyme?
I tried to sit up, no that wasn't going to happen so soon, I moved my fingers, some feeling, and then I felt the throbbing pain in the back of my head, oh I must have fallen hard I thought.
"Oh look now she's a stirring. I better get a move on, don't want to scare the poor dear anymore."
And as the small English voice said this I opened my eyes to a blur of my grandmother, grandfather, and a strange little man retreating with a red pointed hat on.
"Grandma, grandpa?"
My grandmother knelt down and looked at me with kindness in her eyes, something I rarely saw.
"Oh my Emily Jane I'm so sorry, I should have told you a long time ago."
"Told me what grandma?" I said with a weak voice, still barely conscious from the fall.
"Well my dear child, tell you about, well fairy."
"Fairy?" I said as I slowly fell back into unconsciousness, where dreams came swiftly of wings and gnomes, ghosts and far off lands.