Worst Side of You (slow updates)

First S̸I̸G̸H̸T̸ of Light

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BEFORE PRESENT DAY

IN MY COMFORTABLE BED I was awoken from my peaceful slumber. My young body still tired as I search for my mother. Hearing heavy breathing from anyone other than me I think of who it could be, but that soon tunes onto a shaky voice,

"Hey, guys! Guys, I think we should turn back."

I hear that wavering voice speak short after a thud from who I can assume is my mother. I whine a little my voice still tired from crying earlier this day. A harsh voice speaks,

"And lose good money? Not a chance."

Another man speaks,

"Stay close."

I hear their footsteps crumble and break the branches. This also makes the disturbing noise of the grass loud and clear. The way people stomp always bothered me, but I've always had sensitive hearing. I see a shine of light, my first to be exact. Well, at this time of night, as I rarely see such a thing. Unless I look towards the lousy kingdom across that amazing thing we call water. The harsh man speaks again,

"Here we are. Get on his back."

I hear more crumbling of leaves, and then a grunt from a man. Who I can assume is the man which back is being abused by someone's weight. I hear the creaking of the metal lamp as he lifts it. Then I hear whimpering from my little friends. I feel my body pain worse than before,

"Hurry up."

Then man under the other spoke smacking his teeth,

"OW!"

The man wails as something seems to happen to him. The lamp in his slim hands slips,

"Whoa!"

He slams into the ground as I grumble more. The sounds hurting my ears,

"There he is. Go get him!"

"Oh, you'll pay for that."

I hear my small friend pant as he runs. More grunting is heard as well as a crash. I hear the little creature yell when grabbed in his loose fingers and palm. I feel my throat vibrate as I groan. I move in my bed. Soon my vision is darker than before. My eyes were shut I open them to see my mother. She kisses my forehead of my fragile body as she walks backwards slowly. She makes her way away from me, and towards the two men who tried to take Fred (your friend). She stands behind them as I was trying to make her stop.

I wipe my nose and lean into my own cold body. She lifts her left arm, and cracks the ground from under them. They run as my mom gravitates a root, grabbing the bald man's ankle. He screams when he is dragged along the dry leaves. My mother having roots from different angles clawing there way to him. The other not making it further. My mother already on his tracks. He's floating in the air because of her strong vines.

As she continues I hear Fred cry in a muffled environment. I start moaning louder. She looks my way and immediately knows why,

"No. No, please. Please, no."

She looks towards the men, her wings flap. I put pressure to my perfect white teeth harder when the man screams. My ears flinch when I hear a gasp then the waves of the water. The forgotten man moving toward the kingdom. I muffle my noises by muzzling my face into my pillow,

"Shh Noir. It alright, mother took care of them."

(NOIR - (FRENCH) - BLACK)

I sniffle as my mother rubs my head. I nod and switch to holding her. She sits on the edge of my dark wooden bed. She still runs her hands through my hair with her soft hands.

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹3𝙧𝙙 𝙋𝙊𝙑𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

THE SUN BRIGHT IN THE MORNING the creatures of the Moors chirping and croaking. We hear one of our three favorite fairies yawn,

"It's time, guys! Come on. Let's get everyone."

Knotgrass the fairy who wears pink and is also known as strict, how... disgusting,

"It's the big day!"

Thistlewit the beauty of green, that's actually pretty nice..,

"Come on."

Flittle the blue of all blue, who's way too-

"Let's go!"

Thistlewit always ruins whatever I have to say,

"Wake up. Wake up."

Flittle speaks as she swarms around above everyone. Making all the fairies then chatter excitedly,

"Come on."

Knotgrass states again. The fairies coo while others yawn,

"Hurry up, wallerbogs! It's time!"

The wallerbogs grunt as they splash water on each other,

"Do you both remember the secret plan?"

"I've got it all right here."

Thistlewit points to her head,

"When do I tell the queen the secret?"

"You must be patient, Thistlewit."

Flittle points at her,

"Do you think Queen Auroras awake yet?"

"Well, she's not "sleeping beauty" anymore."

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