The Poppy Feild

Chapter 1- Poppy

The shimmering ball of dew toppled down the leaf of the poppy and splashed onto the ground innocently. The beauty of it was snatched away in a second, like it never existed, like the beauty never happened.  My name is Poppy and I’m the poppy fairi, originating from the poppy flower, of course. In the distance I can see the very edge of the poppy field, the poppies swayed in the wind ever so gently and ever so woefully. As I stretch open my wings I remember how they used to be a pure deap crimson colour, now they are dotted with seeping black holes, the beauty is gone. One year ago there was no poppy field, just a bare plane patch of dirt. That was before the human’s invaded and forced us into hiding. Every since they attacked their has been 1001 poppies in the field and 1001 less fairi. As I gazed up to the sky I saw a rare site. A clear blue sky, no bombs dropping or no terrified screams as  mothers saw their children who carelessly flew above the safty of the tree line, get snatched away and crushed in net of death. For every fairi who dies becomes a poppy, their blood crimson red, and their death embedded as gaping black holes in my wings.