(DISCONTINUED) When the Crocuses Bloom

Chapter 38

Winter’s POV:

I soared through the trees, dipping below the treeline to feel the rush of adrenaline as I dodged the branches.

I was laughing, screaming with happiness.

This is what I’ve been missing.

Here there were no wars, no brothers going insane.

Here, no one can tell me what to do.

I fluttered down to the forest floor, my boots crunching on the grass. I breathed in, the early morning air crisp in my lungs. I closed my wings, the tips brushing the dewy grass.

I felt new, like I could do anything.

I felt like me.

Not the stoic and serious girl that fought wars.

I was the goofy lighthearted girl who was fighting for her brother and her country, and most importantly, herself.

Unlike Phil, my wings were on my lower back, not my shoulder blades. Suddenly I was aware of the pain in my lower back.

Well duh, I just sprouted wings.

I reached my hand behind me and brushed where my wings meet my back.

My hand came in with a warm sticky liquid.

Blood?!

I brought my hand back in front of me to see my fingers coated in the crimson liquid.

I was about a hundred meters away from Pogtopia, but would I make it with the pain in my back getting worse by the second?

I started booking it in the direction of the ravine, trying not to scream at the pain that adrenaline didn’t let me register.

I felt the blood trickle down my back into the waistband of my pants. The taste of blood filled my mouth and I collapsed to my knees, pain almost unbearable.

My upper body collapsed forward and reached forward, before slamming into the ground. My body stopped moving as I felt my consciousness fade away. I vaguely felt my warm bold trickle down my chin and drip slowly on to my collar bone.

Then the world faded into oblivion.

???’s POV:

I walked through the new forest, looking for the person Phil told me to find.

He said he got a letter and he needed someone to check on his kids. I couldn’t really refuse since he’d saved me from the hunters.

He sent me to the Dream SMP, where his children lived. I’d been told to look for two brunettes, both decently tall, named Winter and Wilbur Soot. He didn’t say much more than that.

My hooves crushed the grass below me and my antlers brushed the leaves of the lower tree branches. I was only freshly 16, but I stood an impressive 6’5, due to being a centaur.

Tall, especially for deer hybrid...

Phil wasn’t exactly sure what my genetics were and I didn’t know my parents so I was a mystery. I heard thudding that sounded like wings beats up ahead and tried to find the source of the noise.

I walked through the trees, squinting as I heard more thudding.

I reached a small clearing and saw a girl with wings lying in the grass. She looked like she had collapsed.

What the hell?

I picked up my pace to get over to her to inspect some more.

She looked kinda like Phil described, except he never said anything about wings or short hair.