“Please Spirits, do not let any harm come to our youngest,”
“Strange, she never acted this way,”
“Maleficent, I’ve never heard that name before,”
“A nest? I thought all faeries lived in a hut,”
“This is what it is like to fly,”
“Are they firing at me?”
Just what I feared.
Arrows whizzed past, each earning a yelp. I had no voice left. My muffled cries of “Godmother” and “Diaval” only made me more afraid.
“I will see Aeson about this tomorrow, now I have to get back to my hut unnoticed,”
“Strange, was the battle all in my head?”
“Not allowed to leave camp? How will I see Godmother now?”
“What will they think of me if they find this majestic creature?”
“Sixteenth birthday… Hellish scarlet drops…”
“Please Spirits, don’t let us lose this fight,”
“I won't either, Godmother,”