The Girl From The Forbidden Forest

Prolouge

     The normally silent Forbidden Forest is filled with a soft puttering, as an old rusty car drives slowly towards it.  Inside the grey car was a small family of only three.  A beautiful woman sat in the passenger's seat with a small steel cage on her lap.  She was average height with long chocolate brown hair and dazzling electric blue eyes.  In the front seat was a tall broad man with strength rippling off of him.  He had bright blonde hair with blue eyes looking like deep wells, a contrast to his wife's electric ones.  Their small girl sat patiently in the back.  She was small even for a three-year-old.  She had long dirty blond hair and her electric blue eyes that rivaled her mother's in their strength.  Some people swore that when they stared into this young girl's eyes they saw lightning flash in them.  Though most just shook this off as a trick of the light.  She was pretty in a little girl's adorable kind of way.  And had an adorably innocent expression on her face as she read a book normally meant for six-year-olds. 

          Other than their looks, this was not a normal family.  They were, indeed, witches and wizards.  The father and mother both worked in their own business, finding magical creatures from among Muggles (nonmagical people) and delivering them back to their natural habitats.  In the steel cage on the mother's lap sat a small baby falcon.  He was a beautiful night black with white speckles all across his body.  He was currently staring curiously at the young girl.  He seemed almost calm among these strange people even though he was in a cage in a large device that moves and makes strange sounds.

         As the car came closer to the forest, the sound of hooves thundering on the hard forest ground became louder and louder.  Suddenly, out of the forest, a pegasus ran at full speed coming in front of the car.  The man swerved the car as to not hit the pegasus and the car flew towards a large tree at the outer rim of the forest.  The scene seemed to move in slow motion as the car smashed its front into the tree.  The front of the car crushed inwards crushing the mother and father with it.  The little girl clutched onto one of each of her parents' hands and ducked as the blow to the tree came.  The mother had previously tossed the cage with the small bird in the back of the car with the little girl.  The now wide-eyed little girl watches the once sparkling eyes of both her mother and her father dim until they are nothing but empty pits.  She, being young, does not fully grasp what has happened to her beloved parents.  She makes her way slowly out of the debris of the old car and carefully yanks out the steel cage.  She cries quietly as she shakes her parents asking them to wake up though somehow deep down she knows they will not.  She slowly lifts a small golden chain off from around her mother's neck.  On the end of the chain lay a small golden heart locket with intricate rose designs on the front.  The young girl remembered her mother telling her that it had been passed down through her generations for as long as she could remember.  It was always given to the oldest girl in the family.  It would be given to the wife of the oldest boy if they had no girls.  She had been told that it would be her's one day.  Though none of the young family could have guessed that day would be so soon.

        The young girl then stood up and slowly walked up to the steel cage.  The baby falcon inside was apprehensive at first, squawking and fluttering away from the girl.  Finally, once she had calmed him enough, still sniffling, she pulled open the cage.  The small falcon jumped out immediately.  He fluttered his wings stretching them out and hopping a little.  Just when he looked like he was about to fly off he looked back at the young, petite girl who had tears still running rapidly down her face.  The girl noticed that he had some scratches along his body, some probably deep enough to scar.  One particular wound ran from the center of his forehead directly across his right eye ending at his cheek.  He timidly hopped towards her and pecked her foot carefully.  Seeming to decide she was safe he, much to her shock, fluttered up and perched on her shoulder.  Too tired and distressed to care much, the girl made her way over to a nearby stream.  She sat by it and started to cry again.  The falcon hopped onto the soft moss next to her as she pulled her knees up to her face and wrapped her arms around them.  Her slow cries progressed into a full-on weep as the volume of the situation fell on her at last.  She clutched the locket around her neck tightly.  She wept for her newly deceased parents, she wept for her old life, and for the young falcon next to her who may never have a normal life now much less live if she could not find a way to heal his wounds.