Enchantress

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My e/c eyes flutter open as I stretch and yawn. My eyes adjust to the golden beam of sunlight emerging from the window. I smile and push myself off my comfortable bed, watching the trees sway gently in the wind through the window.

I grab a bowl of cereal, sitting on my rocking chair and enjoying the view of my garden. When I'm finally finished, I do the dishes and decide on what clothes I'll be wearing.

I gently brush the knots out of my hair, pulling some shorts and a cute top on. I brush my teeth and slip on some flip flops. I apply a light coat of makeup.

Satisfied with my look, I walk to the entrance of my home. The floor beds creak under my weight as I step outside.

Under that "Mum's biscuit tin" sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby-blue, I watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. I paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty. Beyond all, it was a day of gifts, all there simply for noticing, for letting the steady nature-given happiness in.

I kick my shoes off and run down to the small spring by my home. I dip my feet into the cool waters, grinning at my clear reflection.

Suddenly, a hear a loud "moo" from behind me.

I put my shoes back on and walk to my farm, picking up the food and throwing it to my animals.

"Lucy!" I call, watching as my Labrador finds her way to me. She tackles me to the ground, peppering my face with kisses and jumping around gleefully. I laugh, "Stop it!"

Lucy barks and hops away. I kiss her nose before going back to feeding the pigs. She enjoys spending her time with the sheep. I trust her to leave on her own because she never leaves me, she always comes back.

"Lucy!" I yell. She gallops to me, her tongue flailing in the air. "Go grab me some shears, will you?"

Lucy walks into my home. I don't lock the doors because there isn't a house on for miles. I've isolated myself and I have survived by growing crops and breeding animals. Who needs people, amirite?

This is truly paradise... away from pollution, technology, anarchy, judgmental people, and my father. I do occasionally visit the grocery store, but since I barely have any money, I only go to buy toothpaste, drinking water, and dog food. I sometimes sell my animals or crops for money.

You may be asking how I pay rent. I don't. I built this house on my own, I use the spring to shower and cook. As far as I know, no one owns this large piece of empty land, so until it's sold off, I'm living here.

"Thank you," I said, taking the shears out of Lucy's mouth. She barks and her stomach begins to growl. "You hungry? How about I make some chicken later?" She whacks her tail around excitedly.

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"Lucy!" I yell. She jogs away from the carrots I planted yesterday. I toss her the chicken. Lucy leaps into the air, catching it with her mouth. "Whoo, look at you! Good girl!"

Suddenly, the grass begins to blow furiously South. I furrow my brows, beckoning Lucy to my side. I hug her protectively, watching in horror as an aircraft lowers onto the ground.

Lucy growls. I pet her golden hair slowly, "Shh, it's okay."

"I don't know why we didn't just drive here," A man complains. My heart sinks and my face drops.

"Because," a soft voice said, "It's very far."

"Road trip?" He said.

"Barton, no. If I sat in the same car as you 3 for too long, I think I might just explode."

I breathe out in disbelief. Who are these people? What are they doing here? What do they want? Were they sent by my father? No...

A man comes into clear view. His dark brown hair blew loosely in the wind as he adjusted his expensive glasses onto his perfectly sculpted face, covering his chocolate brown eyes. His kissable lips smile playfully.

"Wouldn't it be scary to live here?" He said, "I mean, imagine being isolated from the rest of the world. Can't relate." A muscular man appeared behind him.

I gaped as I observed his sharp jaw. On either side of his straight nose were two blazing blue eyes. His dark brows were actually graceful but currently furrowed in a frown. All of it was framed by thick, slicked-back blonde hair.

"Behave, Stark," he folds his arms tightly over his chiseled chest.

"Let loose a little, will ya?" The man said.

His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a light blue, framed by graceful brows. He skin was tanned. Unlike the other guy, his face was obscured by his fuzzy, thin beard. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He had his arm wrapped around a redhead.

"Guys, look," the redhead said. I realize I've been hiding behind the door, peeking out the window.

A puff of wind blew through her gorgeous fiery red hair. Her cat-suit complimented her small-waste and gorgeous features. Damn, she really just made me question my sexuality.

"Lucy, shh," I whisper. I hear their footsteps approaching the door. Lucy barks angrily.

"Did you hear that?" I hear the woman's voice say.

They gently knock on the door. I internally pray that they're not sent by my father. I reach for the door handle, my hand trembling uncontrollably. I pull the door open, revealing the group of people.

"Well, this is unusual," the blue-eyed man said.

"I'm not complaining," the rich-boy winks seductively.