Otherworld

Dashing Savior

When I woke up, the crap was slapped right out of me. I actually saw tiny purple dots floating around the edges of my vision.

"Wakey! Wakey!" Dumb laughter tinkled-more like plopped- from a giant figure's face. When he saw me blink he dropped me and jumped up and down, goofy laughter piercing the sleepy fog in my head. The ground shook and I ached all over from when he dropped me and apparently slapped me.

"Truck, calm down!" I heard another voice, this time hopefully from a normal sized body. I looked over and there was a midget-no... a troll? At least, that's what I could gather from his extremely tiny figure. How I knew or even why I care beats me, but now the entire right side of my body burned and hurt like hell.

I don't know how everything else escaped my sight, but it did; when I laid my eyes on him, a a gape or a gasp wouldn't do it. Swoon? Not too likely. I guess I was in awe of how someone can be so, so... good looking.

Short, tousled, sun-kissed blonde hair adorned his head, feathers of the weirdest colors was beaded into his hair. He looked about three years older than me, with a bit of a baby face and almost apparent harsh features. He was tall; even in a throne I could tell, and his skin was somehow tan and vibrant looking.  He had a long, blonde braid thrown across his shoulders as if it were a really long scarf, gold and silver beads in it, and even some ribbon. He wore white and warm brown robes and worn dark brown leather boots, with exotic jewels strewn across him like a first grader would use glue and glitter, but elegantly. He somehow looked completely like Summer in the middle of September. Then I realized he was sitting on a wooden thrown with vines growing through it, red grapes looking just about to burst they were so big, and all around the Sun beaded down.

From exotic to woodsy, this place looked like all different kinds of Summer. Gentle, warm breezes made the trees dance. The floor was covered in grass and rogue roots from the trees split in the middle like the red sea and opened up to his throne. There were a few creatures going about their business, picking fruits plump and lush in color that I had never seen before. Some of them were whispering to each other, giggling or looking me over with disgust.

Which is totally fine by me, because, hey, this is a dream. Even if it hurts a lot.

I rubbed my cheek grumpily. I am not a morning person. I stood up with a scowl in my probably red face, remembering Stella, the Dryad that sold me out. On an accusation.

"Very well," the man said, nearly smirking, revealing a shadow of his dimples. Great. Just great. He gets to play your majesty while I'm the silly human rag doll that gets smacked around. "Guards, escort these two young Fey to their reward." Two men came out of no where and took dummy and bigger dummy down the row of trees. "So, Blade Elf woman, ho-"

"Swell. And, guess what? I'm not a Blood Elf or whatever you people keep calling me-I'm human. And while you're still on the task of pissing me the hell off, why don't you take your niceties and shove the straight up your-"

"A vixen, are we? Well, I'll fix that right up." Some time between the words shove and straight, he must've raised his hands for his guards to back off, because two strange men wearing the same bright armor as the two escorting the giant and the troll. I think I saw one of them had a peak of inky black hair in the what looked like a blonde wig. A tiny smile danced on his lips.

What I suspected to be the king of the Summer Court leaned forward. His jewels and Beads shifted. "State your name, child."

"State yours." A collective gasp sounded throughout the room. I felt kind of guilty. "Look, right now I'm no sunshine patch, let me tell you. I have to be somewhere. Maybe awake would be nice, but since I don't have that looking for someone would be a close second best."