Myth

Liam's POV

It's dark. And my head hurts. And my butt hurts. Everything hurts. But mostly my butt.

"Wake up, Sparkles." I head a voice say, a sharp pain in my side.

I tried sitting up, but I wasn't able to move. Barely. There was something holding me down, crushing my wings beneath me. Suddenly I could see again, but I'm not sure if that's good or not. There was a pair of eyes starring own at me. Red eyes. Intimidating red eyes. Insane, intimidating, red eyes.

"Have a nice nap?" She asked, her blonde ringlets of hair falling down like a curtain around her face. She waited for a moment as I stared up at her. "What? Can't you stupid little sprites say anything? Or are you dumb?"

I shook my head, trying to get the metallic stench of blood out of my face. She was trying to scare me. The smell of blood fresh on her breath was intentional. But I had to act like it didn't bother me. "I-I can... Speak." I squeaked out, sounding much more frightened than I had intended.

She laughed. "I like you. You smell like hot chocolate." Suddenly she was a lot sweeter, and her eyes changed to a shade of light sky blue. "You're warm, too. Are my hands cold?"

She reached forward, grazing my cheek with the side of her hand. I yelped in surprise, the temperature of her skin more than likely below freezing. She pulled her hand away, reaching down to untie one of my wrists. I was tied to a drain. In the back of an old cottage. From what I could remember, I had been trying to find some vampire venom... But then when I got into this cottage... Things went blurry...

She cut the shoelaces she had used to tie me down, letting them slip between the bars of the drain that she had bound me to. I was free to sit up now, and I did just that. But apparently I wasn't supposed to. Her eyes changed back to a deep red, her hand shooting forward and pinning me to the wall by the throat.

"Did I say that you could move?" She asked, her tone cold and harsh again.

"No... Uh... Ma'am." I managed to squeak out. "I'm sorry?"

Her eyes turned blue again and she smiled, her cheeks a lite pink color. Like Alina's lilies... She let go of my throat, gently ruffling my hair. "It's okay. Just don't let it happen again." I nodded, more confused than anything. She stood up, taking my hand and pulling me through the narrow hallway in the cottage. "So this is my room. Off limits." She said, gesturing to a closed door. She went on, pointing to the open room beside it. "That's Vic's room. SUPER off limits." She pointed to a small den and kitchen. "Self explanatory." She pointed to a washroom. "Also self explanatory." She opened the door to an empty room with a wooden floor, the middle of the room and the walls stained with blood. "Dining room." And then she dragged me down the stairs.

"And this is your new room." She said, looking around.

I did so too, taking in the scenery. It wasn't very big. Just what I'm guessing was a wine cellar. Stone walls and hardwood floors. There were shelves and a bed, a table, a dresser, and a few potted plants under an artificial light source. Behind them was a small door to another bathroom. She walked me over to the bed, sitting me down.

"Some paints and canvas, some books, and some plant food are on the shelves... Idunno... Fairy stuff so you don't get bored." She said, looking to the shelf. "And I'll feed you three times a day. Fairy food. Like fruits and vegetables, right?" She glanced at me, but I froze in fear and shock. "Don't worry! I'll give you sugar cubes to eat too."

"You can't keep me here!" I said defiantly, standing up and glaring at her. I half expected her to freak out again and her eyes to turn red, but they remained that cool blue.

"Yes I can. Silly fairy." She looked around. "Do you see any windows?"

I shook my head slowly. "No..."

"Exactly. And if you try to escape anyway, I have this." She held up a mason jar. I flinched. She laughed. "Okay. I'm glad you get the point. Now... What's your name, Sparkles?"

"L-liam." I answered, looking down.

She began to walk away. "Nice to meet you, Liam. I'm Ellis." And then she left, locking the door at the top of the stairs behind her.

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Ed's POV:

I looked up at the poor, wilting tree in front of me. Maybe I could get Persephone to heal it... I shook my head. Fairy dust first. I could help the tree later. Persephone looked worse than the tree. She wasn't looking like someone strong enough capable of lifting a finger, much less a magic wand. I felt awful too, but this is my chance to prove myself. I'm going to get the fairy dust and heal us both.

"I don't know, Niall... He just flew off and hasn't come back."

"Louis! Get down here!"

I heard the tiny, squeaky voices. They were frantic. I followed the sounds, my feet crunching the underbrush as I neared a large sequoia. Suddenly there was a lavender light and a ball of sparks flew from inside the hollow, turning into a girl. I watched from behind the tree in awe.

A beautiful girl with long brown hair, loosely fishtailed into a braid with tiny meadow flowers placed in the cascade. Her bright blue eyes blinked away tears as she looked around, worry crossing her face. She spread her large lavender wings and began to float. I tried to duck and hide, but it was too late. She had seen me.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't make me use my magic on you!" She shouted, grabbing a stick and pointing it at me.

I smiled nervously. "I'm Ed... Ed Sheeran."

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Persephone's POV

I was cold. And then hot. And then I was weak. And then I was going to vomit. And then I needed sleep. And then I was restless. Edward had left so long ago, and I hope that he hasn't already gotten himself killed. I shouldn't have let him go... But I had no choice. I would die if he didn't. And then he would die too.

"She was always the one. I'll repeat it again, the one. No such thing as too young. Red lights flash in a car we're kissing."

I looked out the window. Someone was singing? At dusk?

"Call me crazy, I've always tried to remind her. That the future just a few heartbeats away from disaster... I'm afraid that I've thrown it all away."

"Who's out there?" I called, arming myself as I stepped outside.

"A butter knife? That's cute, sweetheart." A smooth voice purred behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I screamed, but his hand flew to my mouth. He was freezing cold, and I knew immediately what he was. He turned me around, black eyes staring into mine with an intensity that I never wanted to feel. His tanned arm tightened its grip around me and I growled, trying to look away. He released my mouth, using his hand to brush through his shoulder-length dark brown hair.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna kill you. Yet."