A woman was standing in a field, copper arms relaxing at her side and long, black hair braided and swinging across her back as she walked. The field was full of ferns, their large fanning branches reaching up to the woman's waist.
She smiled and skipped through the field, fingers brushing the ferns as she rushed by, causing waves to rippled outward, then back in, the ferns swaying back and forth and gently whispering against each other. She hummed, voice carrying into the sky. She slowed to a walk and held out a finger. A bird flew to it, small and golden-feathered. It trilled in harmony to the tune, loudly, happily. After all, free birds sing.
Then the sky darkened.
The bird left. The woman stopped. Her humming ceased. The wind, nonexistent a moment before, blew wildly through the field, tearing viciously at the fragile ferns and scattering the woman's now unbraided black hair against her face.
The woman turned, dark eyes staring. And she opened her mouth to speak: "Go, quickly. And go to the Land of Green and Gold."
Then her form turned to shadow. And it began to rain.
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Flight (new version)
FantasyPart I of the Land of Green and Gold Trilogy The war between humans and Elder has ended in the disappearance of magic and the enslavement of those who once wielded it. Years later, a young spriggan named Max toils for his master, the olden days of m...
