Wild Rose's

"poor little girl" the fairie mocked as he came up behind me, he made a tisking sound as he looked at my ankle "that's not a pretty sight".

I could barely breathe let alone fight.

he bent down and gripped my chin pulling it upwards forcing me to look into his cruel gray eyes and I flinched away as he lifted my arm towards the sky above me.

"what do you think of this," he asked me.

I closed my eyes in fear of what may happen, when the pain shot through my leg making me cry out in surprise, all the air left my lungs as I fell to my knees screaming in agony, my foot hanging limply, as I lay there helpless.

he raised my right arm and pressed it against my neck making me gasp for air, I could feel the pressure on my windpipe, I could feel my life slipping away.

"you're going to die," he said with a smirk.

"no" I gasped out, trying to push him away but he was stronger than me.

"yes" he chuckled "you're going to die"

I took one last look at the sky as my vision became blurred.

"NO!" a screaming echoed then I was released, I began pulling in breath filling my lungs every breath burning.

I suddenly felt a hand on me then someone lifting me into their arms.

I looked over quickly to see where the fae man had gone and to my surprise, he was pinned by his neck to a tree an iron-tipped arrow protruding from his neck, and he hung dead.



I stared at the body for a second before looking over to the man that now carried me.

it's father!

I struggled against his grip, struggling to free myself from his arms as I looked around. I needed to warn him but he just kept walking he was silent.