Myth

Harry's POV:

"That's way too much, Caro."

The ragged old man behind the counter shuffled closer to her, his shaky breaths ruffling her blonde hair. He was way too close to her...

"It's a fair price, dearie. That box will lure fairies in better than anything out there."

I rolled my eyes. "We came for bet guns. I could buy three of them for less than that stupid music box! Come on, let's go."

Caro looked down, turning over the small handcrafted wooden box in her hands. "Look at the pretty daisies though! They're hand painted! And I trust this man. He's been hunting for way longer than we have..."

"So? It's just a stupid music box! That's not going to do us any good! Leave it. It's time for us to go."

With a sharp glare in my direction she turned to the old man. "Ignore my boyfriend. He needs to trust a woman's intuition. Wrap this up please?"

The old man smiled, taking the card and the box from her. "A fine choice, young lady. You'll make the rest of us proud."

Caro smiled, pulling her North Face over her shoulders and watching him leave.

"Was that my credit card?"

"Yeah. It was. Now that we-"

"You just blew our equipment budget on junk! Caro! That was the dumbest move you've ever made!"

I regretted my words, because now she looked at me like a hurt puppy. "Fine then." She said, her jaw locked for a moment. "A competition then. Me and my fairy music box up against you and your retarded net guns."

Without another word she flicked her hair over her shoulder and left. I went after her, trying to stop her, but she locked the car door. "Caro! Let me in and give me back my card!"

Caro smiled sweetly, placing her box on the dashboard and shaking her head. I slammed my fist into the window. Caro stuck her tongue out, narrowly rolling over my feet as she drove off.

Damn it.

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Liam's POV:

"Ellis?"

I had been calling her name for almost 10 minutes now. The popping sound just kept getting louder. And louder. And louder.

POK

I stretched my wings, lifting up the heavy braces Ellis had shaped for me. They were a little irritating, but she had done the job right. My wings might actually heal now that they don't move anymore.

POK

POK

POK

"Ellissss? What's going on up there?"

Suddenly the loud pops ceased and the unlocked door opened. I was too sore to get out of bed, so she had to come down.

"Uh... Wall Ball." She answered, her short hair up in a stub of a ponytail.

"What in The Great Fairy Fountain does that mean?"

She blinked. "You're kidding, right? Like... Tennis?"

I blinked back. "Tennis?"

Ellis laughed. "You say it like I'm the weird one, Sparkles." She walked down, a broken waffle iron in her hand. "What is The Great Fairy Fountain and does that mean 'What in the world?' or something?"

"That's not important... Your waffle room has holes in it. And it's huge."

"Waffle iron? Shit. You're retarded." She held it out to me and I took it. "It's a tennis racquet, moron."

"Oh. How do you play it?"

"You don't play it you dumb sprite! You play with it! Follow me."

I shook my head. "But... Ouchie."

Ellis's blue eyes rolled, giving me a look of "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Fine. I'll carry you."

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Ed's POV:

She was getting exasperated. I tried to hold her hand, but she was moving around too much.

"Calm down and let's take a minute."

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Calm down, Alina. Calm down. what does Liam look like?"

Alina stopped. "Well... His hair is brown like a chestnut and it kinda flips up like... WHEW!" She threw her hand up above her forehead, making a curl motion in the air with her fingers. "And his eyes are brown and he's about this tall..." She flew up a bit, showing me with her hand his height. "His wings are purple. Darker than mine. And bigger. They're shaped like FWOOP!" She traced one of her wings with a finger and added a few extra lines, drawing an invisible pattern.

I nodded. "That... helps."

"Sorry. I sometimes describe things with hand motions and sound effects."

"I see." I replied with a smile. "What way did he go?"

Alina looked around, shaking her head. "I don't know. The forest looks so unfamiliar here... I think we're lost."

"You're kidding." I laughed, watching her kick around a stone.

"Nope."

I looked down, taking her hand in mine. "Well... At least we're lost together."

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Persephone's POV:

"Burn in hell!" I screamed, pushing him off of me once again.

Victor was crossing the line. Just go ahead and attack me so I can kill you! But no, he stares at me like a fucking moron.

"You smell nice. Nice enough to eat." He chuckled, twirling my hair. "Does that bother you?"

"Not at all."

"But you just told me to burn in hell. Bi-polar much?"

"I'm-"

"Gorgeous? Yes. You are."

I rolled my eyes. "Thank you then."

"No problem, Mismatch." He laughed, resting his head on my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my tone showing no emotion.

His mouth was open, fangs bared, slowly dragging over my throat. Just one more move...

And then he bit. But that was a mistake. There was a pained scream and he fell to the floor, slamming his fist through the wood.

"Son of a bitch! That fucking burns! What in hell?" He hissed, digging his fangs into his own forearm.

"What?" I asked with a smirk. "Not a fan of silver?" I held out my necklace, showing him the mummified Diamond Boa heart hanging from a silver chain. "I rather like it. I never take this charm off."

"It's fucking evil!" He yelled, his fangs bleeding at the tips.

"Just like you! Be gone from my home! I won't be made a snack for some wretched bloodsucker!"

"Fine. Then die without the fairy dust. I'll just go destroy all of them. Then all of us will die. You, me, your apprentice... All of us."

I glared. "Don't. You. Dare."