The Fairy Forest HTML version

I hid lower in the tall grass. For once I was happy that I’d saved the gear my
father had given me on his deathbed. He’d made it special for me. He used to make
many trips out here when he couldn’t bear his work.
The armor was black as the night, formfitting, hugging me around the waist
and breast, allowing little space between the gear and myself. It had to be worn that
way, for I was naked underneath. The less you have on, the faster and more
soundless you move. Which was the difference between life and death out here in
the Fairy Forest. Or so I was told.
I rushed through the grass and behind a tall tree in the shade. Sneaking my
head around the corner I met face to face with Bleun.
“Found you.” She whispered. I laughed jumping back, dodging her sword. I
ran clearly around the tree and off towards the next. I watched her as she flew up
and towards me a few lengths.
“Hey no fair! No flying!” I exclaimed as she dropped back to the ground
silently, walking my way. She drew her thin sword and I mirrored her actions as she
moved closer.
“Bleun you get the upper advantage!” I admitted. “You’re a half fairy for God’s
sake!” I shouted at her. She dodged my blow.
“Yeah but you’re eight years older than me! That means you should give me
the advantage out of the courtesy of your heart.” She smirked. I turned and ran
reaching a tree perfect for climbing. I jumped up grabbing hold of the first branch
and pulling my weight up I climbed higher and higher. I knew Bleun had a weakness
with climbing.
“That’s no fair!” She shouted up at me. “You said I can’t fly! And I can’t climb
well! You know that!”
“Sorry you have to learn sometime!” I let out a loud laugh so she could hear
me. But as I shifted on the branch I saw him. Dangerously beautiful, I could nearly
see right through his wings delicately folded behind him. He had deep purple hair,
his eyes emerald flecked with gold. He was wearing nothing except for a tight fitting
pair of pants that fit snug against his calves. He stood tall and shirtless. He had
muscles built up on his arms and his tousled hair hung down across his forehead. I
had never seen a half fairy boy my age before. Only children. I watched him as he
trained, his fighting skills silent and graceful. Each strike of the sword he was
holding would be lethal, and almost certainly fatal.
As I glanced in front of me to my right I spotted another one. A girl. She wore
a tight fitting shirt and pants similar to the boys, her see through blue wings were
spread out as she flew up slowly and back down. Her black hair was neatly tucked in
a bun on her head and her blue eyes pierced through me as she glanced my way. I
swung down onto the lower branches and to the ground where Bleun stood.
“What is with all the older faes out here? I’ve never seen any older than you
out here before.” Bleun smiled returning her sword to its sheath and gladly took my