Chapter 3 - Forest Full of Freaks

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"Desiree!!" I yell as she disappears into the green mess. Sweat forms on the back of my neck. running through cold snow is starting to hurt for me. As I gain speed on her I wrap my arms around her body and throw her into the ground, but it seems as if the ground has slipped from my fingers, It was an illusion.

I yelled and yelled and yelled her name, until I tripped over what seemed to be my own foot, noticing in front of me was a slim, black, cat, it's eyes, a sharp green and it's coat a pitch black, a tad darker than Desiree's long curly brown locks. It meows at me and walks through a tree. I gasps and rubs some of the padded snow into my eyes, then again, I stumble to the tree and put my hand to it, which instantly seeps through the thick, sharp looking bark, and like that, I fell into the tree, when i tried going back, a mirror reflected back at me, like I was in some sort of attic, the mirror had a shiny gold finish and was very polished. "Who are you?!" I hear from somewhere, the Colombian accent was sharp and pure. I turn around to see a tannish tall girl looking down at me, patched of blue surrounds her eyes and and what seemed to be purple fairy dust surrounded her, I immediately stand up and press my back to the cold hard mirror. When I give one last glance at her, I see purple wings attached to her back. We aren't talking those silk wings with the metal rods, we're talking fly looking wings, just bigger, and more fairy like. She leans to my level and growls, "Answer me!" She says, the accent settling more into her look. I nod my head at a lost for words, "W-William" I sputter out as she smiles. "Queen's been expecting you" She grabs my hand and pulls me into the tree brush as sticks, leaves and fruit smack my face, but she seems to be dodging them all. I press my hand to my head and yell "What the hell!!".

My feet are getting tired and I've been complaining for a hour at the most, and atlas, the stinging stops and light burns my skin, I look up and I'm on some sort of ship, surrounded by ugly, dirty, looking girls and guys, the fairy seems to be the only thing pretty.

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