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The world is a blur as tears blind and sting her eyes. Hands try to wipe them away but more just keep coming.
Marianne could barely see ahead of her as she flies off, not really caring where she is going, all she knows is just she needs to get away from it all and mostly to get away from him!!
*Why!? How could he!!??* is all she think of as she dodges flowers and grass left and right.
Flapping her wings so hard, going faster then she ever gone before, not caring she flies straight through an opening of trees to the Dark forest.
The shadowy forest is colder then the sunny fields she used to but at this moment she doesn't really care, she just pushes on, flying up, down, left, right, straight a head. Feeling the cold air around her, she starts to slow down, catching her breath as she does.
Taking a deep breath in she wipes her face with her palms and back of her hands, looking around through sour puffy eyes to see where she is, all around her are trees and strange looking plants, to the left, she catches the noise of what sounds like water.
The trickling sound of the water invites her to take a closer look, upon looking she sees a tiny waterfall, water running and splashing over the edge and down over a pile of rocks and into a brook that fed into a large stream.
A bit further down at the streams edge is a large flat rock, large enough for her to land on. Surrounding the rocks are beautiful dark flowers the likes of which Marianne has never seen. Flying over she softly lands in the middle, walks over to the edge, knees down, looks over into the sparking water.
Staring back at her from the rippling waves the reflection of red swollen eyes, puffy pink cheeks and little red nose.
"Why?" she asks herself just barely above a whisper. As a single tear rolls down her cheek and into the water.
With a heavy sigh, she slips her right hand into the water, getting a shiver run up her arm to her back and through her wings from the cold but it's a welcoming chill to her, she puts her other hand in cups some water, just staring into it for a moment before bringing it closer to her then splashes the water over her warm sticky face, lifting her head up towards the sky with eyes closed, letting the droplets fall around her.
Rolling her shoulders and gently moving her wing joints, they were sour and aching from flying so hard and far. Emotionally and physically exhausted, Marianne had already deciding that she wasn't going back, not just yet anyways. The idea sleep seemed like a good one. Gently laying down and stretching out on her side, resting her head on the crook of her arm.
Looking over at the water, watching it dance in the light of the fading sun, eyes burning and heavy, trying to fight it but to no prevail, soon they were closed and only the sound of soft breathing could be heard as sleep took it's hold.
Complete darkness had fallen, overhead only was the pale light of the moon and sparkling of far-way stars could be viable through the tree tops.
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Deep in the darkness, Bog is sat on a huge tree branch hanging over the castle, looking down at his hands, *Why?* his thinks to himself over and over again. Hands now a fist as he slams it down beside him.
A rough and hoarse calls out "BK? Are you there?" Breaking him from his thoughts.
With a sigh he leans forward slightly to look past his feet down to see a shot, chubby, green little goblin with little fin like ears looking around for him.
"What is it Stuff?"' he shouts annoyed.
Looking to where he is, standing to attention "News from the mushrooms sire" before leaning over to the right and whispers to an even smaller that looked like a cross between a fish and a frog!
“You can tell him…”
“You tell him!”
“He likes you…”
“Really?!" The small goblin grinned with his gnarled lopsided teeth.
"Now a'm waiting?" growls Bog, the smaller goblin clears it's throat and proudly announces.
"Ahem......A berry has blown into sparks storage".
".....What?" Bog looks over to Stuff confused.
"You know Sparks he has some storage, well apparently a berry has blown into it!" Thang continues.
"No Thang...." Stuff sighed head in hand.
"A fairy has flown into the dark forest".
A deep growl rumbled from Bog's chest up to his throat.
"How dare they step foot in here!"
Reaching over he picks up his staff and stands himself up, frowning he glares down at Stuff and Thang.
"A'll deal with this maself" he snarled, stretching out his four wings pushing himself off the branch and takes to the darkened sky.
"Get Brutus to follow...NOW!" Swooping down and flying close to the ground scanning round for a mushroom, to get more information of where this fairy was. He finds a small stubby mushroom not far, lands in front of it and listens to what it has says. Upon hearing to where the blasted fairy is he snarls and takes off again in that direction.
"Why would a fairy even be in ma forest?" Snorting to himself.
Carefully listen for the sound of water, he hears it in the distance to the right, slowing down he see's a very leafy bush and decides to softly land next to it as it's night, reaching out he quietly moves some leafs out the way so he can look through. Scanning around he see the waterfall sparkling in the moonlight, eyes following the stream he comes to see a lager flat rock and flowers, on top the rock is a figure laying down, narrowing he eyes slightly and top lip curling up he moves foreword into the bush to get a better look, there is the fairy!
It's back is towards him, dark wings folded on the ground be hide, he can't see it's face, pulling his lips back more to a fearsome snarl, he starts walking through the bush towards it, walking closer he hears soft breathing, it's asleep!
*foolish creature* Bog thinks.
Walking around he looking at it from bottom to top, white legging things going around it's feet and legs, going up is a white dress with mud and a few holes in the bottom, further up is a white bodice top without sleeves with little feather around the neckline, going up it's neck to the face. Bog moves slightly closer and stares down, a small fair skinned petite face, soft looking rosy cheeks and lips, little nose, closed eyes, short brown wild hair.
"It's female!" yells Bog as he jumps back, wide eyed and shocked.