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Your POV
Thud
Echo
Crack
'I can't feel anything. Why did she do that? I didn't do anything to her. Why can't I feel anything?'. I felt an unbearable amount of pain in my back. I snapped my head upwards, only to see blue. I could not see Connal, Borra, or Maleficent. All I could see was a beautiful sparkly blue. Just as fast as I saw the blue, it suddenly vanished. Two dusty green eyes filled with worry stared back at me. "Y/n are you ok? Are you hurt?" Connal asked, gripping my shoulder gently. All I could do was nod my head. Connal then gently stood me up. I looked up to see Maleficent staring at me with a rather worried look. "Connal, I'm fine," I said, gently pushing away from him. "Are you sure?' Connal asked. "Yes," I said.
Maleficent slowly approached me. "I'm...I'm sorry," Maleficent managed to say before flying away. I just stared as Maleficent's flying figure grow smaller and smaller, with Connal not far behind her. Borra walked up behind me, holding the two bluebells I needed. "Your back. There are two red lines," Borra said. I pressed my hand against it and hissed in pain. "It must be a bruise. I'll be fine," I said, taking the bluebells from Borra. I waved to Borra and left to go to the desert biome.
The farther I traveled into the desert biome, the more uncomfortable I felt. 'This was odd. I usually am not bothered by the desert's heat, but now I feel like I'm melting. My back isn't making it any better. In fact, it feels like something is pressing the two red marks from the inside of my back.' I groaned in discomfort as I continued to walk to the healing cave. Once there, I saw Ini wrapping a fey's hand with a few bandages. "Good Morning," I said, placing my bag at the entrance of the cave. "Good Morning y/n," Ini said, releasing the fey that was getting his hand wrapped.
"I have the bluebells you wanted," I said, handing the plants over to Ini. She took them and went over to a mixing bowl, where she began to mix the plants into a blue liquid. I then went over to another mixing bowl and began to make myself some cream for my back. Ini looked over at my back and gasped. "What on earth happened to your back?" Ini asked, stopping what she was doing. "Honestly, I don't know. At first, I was looking for the bluebells, then Maleficent put her hand on my shoulder, and the next thing I know, I'm shot forward and hit my back against the painting of the phoenix," I rant, stopping what I was doing as well.
Ini moved, so she was sitting behind me. She gently pressed on the marks, and I hissed in pain. "I'm guessing that cream your making is for your back?" Ini guessed. "Yes," I said, continuing to make the cream for my back. "Have you ever hit your back, Ini?" I asked. Ini moved back to her mixing bowl. "Yes, but it was long ago. I actually sprained my left-wing," Ini said, starting to mix again. I just hummed in response and finished making the cream. As I applied the cream to the two red marks, I couldn't help but remember the beautiful blue color I saw. "Have you ever heard of someone seeing colors after being hurt? Like maybe blue?" I asked. "Well, I have heard of fey seeing a bright white light. Even sometimes seeing red but never blue," Ini said, pouring the well-mixed liquid into a holding cup. "Why do you ask?" Ini asked. I sighed and began to explain everything. "From one friend to another, I promise I won't tell anyone," Ini said with a small smile. I then smiled back.
Nightime
I was walking to the tundra to check on Udo before I went to my hut. I had decided to take the long way since the cold, snowy weather felt nice against the red marks along my back. 'The tundra is a very, beautiful place, at night. Especially when it snows lightly.' I couldn't help but smile as a small snowflake fell on my cheek. I looked ahead and saw all that the huts were about 1 mile ahead of me. I turned my head and saw a large tunnel that led to one of the healing chambers. "There she is," just as I was about to walk past it, I heard an attempt, whisper. Just as I was about to run to the huts, something was thrown, wrapping around my ankles. I fell to the snowy ground and from the tunnel emerged three men that were not fey.