Death Is Coming

chapter 3: Blair

"I'll be back" I called out to elizabeth, she had been worried about me going into the woods to restock on some of the herbs and mystical flowers we had ran out of but I had assured her that The Mortals were after faye, if they did by chance running to me they would have no need for me. plus I know how to stay hidden.

Elizabeth nodded, her concern etched on her face as I assured her of my ability to remain hidden in the woods. Stepping out of the shop, I felt a sense of purpose mingled with caution. The woods, usually a place of solace and tranquility, now held an air of unease.

The path leading to the forest was familiar, lined with ancient trees and the occasional glimmer of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. As I ventured deeper, my senses heightened, attuned to any sign of intruders or unusual activity.

Gathering herbs and mystical flowers became secondary to my vigilance. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of twigs underfoot, sent a shiver down my spine. The forest seemed to whisper warnings, urging me to remain alert.

Finding the herbs and flowers proved easier than expected, their vibrant colors and fragrant scents a reassuring reminder of the natural order that surrounded us. Yet, the knowledge of recent events lingered, casting a shadow over the beauty of the woods.

As I made my way back towards the village, my steps quickened with a newfound urgency. The threat to the Faye realm felt palpable now, a dark undercurrent threatening to disrupt our fragile peace.

Something caught my foot, probably a stick. I fell face first into mud, wet mud. "Oh for fucks sake.", the vulgar language had slipped from my lips before I could stop them. I pushed myself onto my knees and started rubbing my probably scraped Palms on my skinny jeans, I didn't care about the mud getting on my pants.

but that wasn't mud. I stopped rubbing my hands on my pants and looked at the palms of them, besides my normal colored blood there was a hint of blue liquid all over them. what the? I finally slowly turned my head towards the object I had tricked on and a gasp escaped my lips. quickly scrambled backwards and tried to get back on my feet but fell again against a tree.

a body, a young boy. his blue tinted skin was now pale almost a grayish color, I had recognized him he was a young boy that came in with his mother to the shop often to buy some herbs. he was no older than 15. I knew he was a water faye.

The sight of the young water Faye boy, lifeless and abandoned in the forest, struck me with a mixture of shock, horror, and grief. His pale, blue-tinted skin now drained of its essence, painted a grim picture of the brutality that had befallen him.

Trembling, I approached cautiously, my heart racing with a mix of fear and sorrow. Kneeling beside him, I hesitantly reached out, pressing trembling fingers against his cold cheek. The chill of death had already claimed him, leaving only a hollow shell where life once thrived.

Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the enormity of what had transpired. The Mortals, driven by unknown motives, had not only taken the life of an innocent Faye but had desecrated his essence, draining him of his precious blue-tinted blood.

Images flashed through my mind—memories of the boy and his mother visiting our shop, his youthful laughter echoing through the air as he marveled at the mystical herbs and flowers Elizabeth cultivated. He was just a child, innocent and full of curiosity about the world beyond the forest's edge.

Grief-stricken, I whispered a prayer under my breath, a plea for peace and justice for his departed soul. The forest seemed to echo my sorrow, the gentle rustling of leaves a mournful lament for the loss of one of its own.