The Poppy Feild

Chapter 3- Poppy

I heard it before is saw it. The low rumbling of an engin approching in the distance. I had two choices run back to the safty of the tree line, and risk being seen and die, or stay camoflaged in the poppys and hope they don't drop bombs. Time decided for me, the plane was directly over me, I was frozen. The noise was so loud i culden't hear myself think. I just stayed. The plane circled around a couple of times inspecting, searching for anysign of life. Finally the plane moved away, as soon as it was out of sight I got up and bolted. The coolness of the canopy was calming. I quickly checked my body for any sign of poppys or life outside the tree line. If i died or was taken, I don't know what my mother would do. Ever since we lost father she hasen't been the same. She worries her self sick, afraid to lose someone elce, but worring is no use, we can't do anything. At somepoint we will all have to relise we have lost, its over. As I walked into the warm oak tree which we called home, I heard my mother grown. "your wings" she weeped "your wings" Every day they get more and more holes. I'm afraid that soon the holes will overtake my wins entirley, I don't want to be the only fairi with black wings. I was so mad, it's not fair i screamed. "Why me , why me, why do i have the wings that turn black, Why me", my mother wrapped me in her arms like I was five, her body heat rediating into me, relaxing me. "you have a purpose" she wispered "you have a purpose".