Golden Wings

Entering a woodland clearing, eyes wide, I gaze at the golden-winged wonders zipping from various wooden platforms, perched on towering blue and green leafed willows. The change is immediate, and the little gold winged fairies suddenly stop to glare at the interruption that is me. Shuffling side to side, I feel the damp grass poke my feet.

All of a sudden, the fairies previously hidden in the upper leaves dart in my direction, holding pointy little wooden tridents. I try to back away, but before I know it, I am being jabbed repeatedly as if by toothpicks. They are close enough now that I can see that, in addition to the ornate golden wings, they have white tree bark skin and dark Amber eyes. The tiny foes continued to attack as I bolted in the direction of my village. After a couple of miles, they gave up and went back to their clearing. I never found that place again, and I never want to. A clearing like that should be kept secret