Hi! I missed that last challenge so I am trying to make up for it with this one. This may be a little crazy, but I’m going to try and see what happens 🙂 .
A girl is running deep in the worst sand storm that was ever recorded in the history of Wilderia. She runs for her life and the life of the tiny Faerie whose tugging on her shoulder. She runs through a grave yard, and then an abandoned village. The only thing keeping her tired legs going is the echoing words of the Faerie ringing in her ears: It’s cunning, it’s brave, it’s relentless, and it’s hunting us.
She repeats it over and over. But the words sound hallow even to her. They can never quite sink in. The it is not something you want to be hunted by. It’s the kind of thing that keeps young children up at night. Watching and waiting for it’s possible arrival. For most it never comes. The stretched white shadows that move like the wind and come for you from the forest when you’re asleep. But this girl is not like the other children of her far away village. She has Faerie blood. The kids believe that the snow white creatures are good. That they come to free the little children, that they want to help them. But This girl knows better. She knows what they really come for. They come to kill.
And so she runs far away from the town where she was born and grew up. She runs to the land of the Faeries. The land of her ancestors. And after a tiering night and being whipped about by the tiny dust particles she sees the sign. It reads: Here Be Faeries.
She has arrived. Suddenly the little Faerie on her should takes of. It’s tiny wings zip by, and two tiny glowing blue butterflies follow.
“Wait!” She quickly calls out the tiny Faerie’s name in the silence, like she would actually hear, like she would actually care. The Faerie’s concern was no longer needed. Her duty to keep the girl safe was done. But the Faerie did not know that the girls troubles were far from over.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! If you liked it please leave me a comment. 🙂