The cold chill of the nothing brought her awake. The soft morning sky told her a story that she didn't want to know but the deed had to be done. She rose from her bed in the pond weeds and gave her silver wings a gentle flutter. Having the air within them she shot up front her hiding place and looked round.
The ducks that swam on the pond had not woken but the morning birds had, their songs were as loud and as beautiful as always but Eden didn't have time to listen this morning.
She made her way over the pond feeling the wind rush through her hair, she smiled at the joy of it. She wasn't just a fairy, she was the next in line to be on thrown. A job she wasn't ready to take yet.
She passed the pond and over the dead willow tree, the willow tree that she was planning on helping to grow once again. Once today was over with she would return and spend some time with the roots again.
The large oak tree was in the middle of the woods, many humans walk past but no one saw the magic it held. They never did. It hurt that the hun and had become blind to the beauty if this world, it hurt that the humans were now blind to the magic of this world.
She slowed her pace and dodged the holes within the tree trunk. She didn't need the entries seeing her, at least not yet. With a careful flutter she landed on her branch and quickly lay on a leaf, as if she had been there the entire night.
She didn't need her mom to know that she spent her night at the pond, didn't need her to lecture her about the dangers of being so close to the waters, she wasn't ready to explain the healing process she was doing so that she would soon have a place of her own.
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Short StoryThese are just small pieces that I have written but never seem to find a home within my workings. I thought they deserved to be seen too. They might not tally to much but they still have a story (or part) to tell. No writing should be left unsaid.
