Feather eventually spotted Thorn sitting at the edge of the Village, staring into the Field, where the territory leads only to the Forest, like she had done so many times.
Maybe we aren't so different after all, Feather thought.
She carefully limped toward the dark gray Jickey, Sage stomping behind her wearing a vengeful glare.
"Guys, maybe I should do this? I need to earn his trust," Feather whispered, "Actually, Moss, you come too. You guys are already friends."
"Wait, what?" Moss asked, looking around, confused. Feather rolled her eyes and dragged him by the pouch around his neck, pulling gently, of course.
Sage eyed them with disbelief, turning towards Acorn with a did-they-really-just-do-that? expression, to which Acorn giggled. The sound was like that of a soft morning glow, a beautiful sunrise, a gentle ball of soft yellow light.
Feather gently tapped Thorn's shoulder with one of her sharp claws.
He leapt to his paws and snarled, to which both Feather and Moss yelped, leaping backwards, followed by a loud wince from Feather.
Thorn saw that it was only his best friend and... Princess Feather, Chief Sandstorm's eldest living daughter. His eyes immediately widened and he stumbled over his words, his muscles tightening.
"Your Majesty!" He sank into a hasty bow, before even letting the princess respond, he continued.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, truly! I didn't mean to scare you, I was just working on an experiment and then you showed up and that happened and I'm really truly sorry," he sputtered.
He was nearly on the verge of tears, he knew all too well what happened to Bear.
Feather's expression softened and she put one of her white paws on his shoulder, something Birch did for her when she was scared or upset, it had always calmed her. Thorn gave a small wince and she withdrew her paw, mentally facepalming herself.
"Firstly, I'm not your ruler, you can just call me Feather, secondly, it's fine by me, truly. It doesn't even hurt!" she lied through her teeth. "But the reason I'm here is to help you."
Thorn's chest tightened and before he could ask anything, Moss, the silly and confused Magical from the Nursery he had grown up with, that was now his support system and best friend, glanced around, his wings twitching nervously.
"Just tell him already!" he said impatiently.
Princess Feather- er, Feather, shot him a look and he immediately clamped his jaw shut. She turned back to Thorn.
"My mother has declared that she will find you and behead you for 'attacking me'."
Feather rolled her eyes at this, and Thorn noticed one of her eyes wasn't just blue but also green. He tilted his head at her, trying to ignore what she had said, and just focused on her eyes.
Feather watched Thorn, waiting for some, any, kind of reaction. But it never happened, his eyes remained glassy and unblinking as they stared at her.
"Did you even hear me?" she asked, taking a small step back.
Moss sighed and turned to Feather.
"He does this a lot," he then turned to Thorn and shouted, "WAKE UP, TWIGS FOR BRAINS!"
Thorn fell over backward and finally blinked.
"Huh? What? Sorry, my bad. What's going on?"
"YOU'RE GETTING BEHEADED IF WE DON'T GET YOU OUT OF HERE IS WHAT'S GOING ON!" Moss cried, on the verge of tears.
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Saviors of the Forest
Fantasi"Five wolves with wings at the edge of the wood, they are the ones to bring forth the greater good. The Inventor's coat is gray, like a dying ember. The Crafter's coat is white as December! The Magical's coat was the color of luck, while the Healer'...
