Scars (a G/t story)

Chapter 1

It all seemed to happen in a blur. One moment, Fyn was in the air on his way home when a shiny object buried in the leaf-covered forest floors caught his eye. The next moment, he was surrounded by a clear box-shaped enclosure.

Fyn glanced up to find the top of the enclosure sealed as well, the only difference being that it was lined with rows of tiny holes that only his fingers could fit through. He pounded on its walls in frustration. But that wasn't going to do anything to free him. He got stuck in one of those traps humans made for animals. But this trap was different from the typical metal cages that they used. It couldn't be what I think it is, right? Fyn grew pale at the realization. No, this can't be happening...not again. The fairy began to panic. He was confident that he'd be ready to leave the village and avoid the new dangers.

Fyn sank to his knees on the orange and red leaf-covered floor. He turned his back to the corner of the box, bringing his knees to his chest. He did not want to go back to that horrible place. The fairy began to feel lightheaded and his vision blurred. He was going to be put through the same torture that continued to haunt him long after escaping. He was lucky to even see his family again, would that be the last time that he'd ever see them?

Thinking about his family caused Fyn's intrusive thoughts to come to a halt. He shut his eyes and began to steady his breathing by inhaling slowly and exhaling with shaky breaths.

In...and out.

Hold it, and slowly release it.

"I can get out of this. Just like before," he said aloud to himself. He took one long sigh to bring his mind back into the situation he was currently in. Focus on the present, that will change the future. He remembered his mother telling him that.

Fyn opened his eyes and stood back up on his feet. He began to brush his hands across the walls of his transparent prison, searching for a way to escape. Something in this box triggered it to close, maybe there was some kind of mechanic that would release the walls from being held in place. He'd seen humans open traps to release animals that they caught in them. But this trap was nothing like any trap he'd ever seen. Its walls were see-through; invisible like windows. Other than the holes that he noticed above him earlier, its surfaces were smooth and had no bumps or markings that seemed to be a part of the trap's mechanics. It was almost futuristic, perhaps even magical.

    Schhwt...

The fairy's pointy ears perked up at the noise he heard from the distance. He shrugged, and dismissed it as the wind blowing the leaves across the ground.

Schhwt...Schhwt...

There it was again. It was beginning to sound like the crunching of leaves. They were getting louder...and closer. Looking across the forest floor, a tall figure approaching in the distance caught the fairy's eye. A human. Anxiety began to ensue in him once again. That human must be coming back to check the traps. Fyn began to inspect the box more frantically for anything that stood out to him. He had to escape before this human got to him. He jumped to grab the holes at the top of the box. No matter how much the fairy grunted as he twisted and yanked the top of the trap, it wouldn't budge. Fyn let go of the ceiling and fell to the bottom of the box once again.

"Ow!" he yelped. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Now the human would've heard him for sure.

Fyn stubbed his foot with something on the floor. He sat down to attend to his foot to relieve the pain. Then it occurred to him. Fyn brushed all the leaves inside the box to the side so he could get a closer look. Beneath the leaves was a metal floor with a dull metal pin sticking out from its surface. Wrapped around the pin was an assortment of strings that trailed along the edges of the box. They weren't visible to him at first, but now he could see them lined up all throughout the rims of the box.  That must be what's holding the box together. Fyn wrapped his hands around the pin and began to pull and twist it out of the ground. He continued to grunt as he used all of his strength, but it was still no use.