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IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE LOUIS AND SAM REACHED AN Open area, full of lush grass and small ponds, or so it seemed from where they were standing. A long, white line was drawn in front of them, showing that this is a section that belongs to the pixies and the pixies only.
No other magical creature except the pixies have this white line that separates their section from others in the forest. Most likely because the pixies were the most annoying, aggravating, and mischievous creatures in the whole wide world.
With their screechy voices, and continuous antics, it's fair to say that no one wanted to even go near them.
Well, unless you're Louis Tomlinson, of course.
The pixies look all the same. They all wear small purple dresses, and vibrant violet lipstick. With their lavender hair, and dark brown skin tones (since melanin is what brings them their magic), they are all very beautiful. But be warned, for their beauty is just a distraction from their malevolence.
Louis found beauty in everything. Beauty not in only on the outside, but in the inside. Because he knew that beauty was just a social construct built to separate others into groups and different levels of society.
Beauty is a gigantic contribution to segregation. So even if the books and other propaganda methods say that trolls are hideous, or that pixies have ugly souls, Louis knows that isn't the truth.
Nothing is ugly, and nothing is beautiful. It all depends on how you, we, make it. And Louis chooses that everyone, everything, is beautiful. And that is his philosophy for the rest of his life.
"Lou.. Are you sure that this is Floribus?" Sam asked the omega, hesitance loud in his voice.
Louis takes out the parchment he kept in his pouch and nods, "It is. According to this map it's behind the Swamp Mermaid's swamp, but in front of the Bridge. We crossed the bridge here," Louis points across and stops at a large tree, "and then took a couple of turns from the golden apple trees, and now we're at the Floribus border section."
Louis points to the faint white line depicted on the brown paper, and then uses the same pointer finger to show the same line, more vibrant, on the ground.
"But it's not... where are the pixies? The flowers? And even the mushroom houses? It's just grass for a mile. I think we might have took a wrong turn." Sam concludes, Louis shaking his head in return.
"No.. We can't be. The map says," Louis starts.
"The map is wrong, then. You said it yourself that the tribe had flaws with their plan, so what makes you think that they didn't have flaws with their maps?" Sam points out.
But Louis still shakes his head in denial, knowing that the boys are too far to just return home and find a new direction. By the time they would get home, it'll be sunrise, and then the Messengers from the Highlands would come along, and gather Louis and all the other omegas to be sold off for the rest of their lives.
