She watched as the running, Rocky water got closer right before her eyes. Within those few second, she remembered something. She had a "power". It was worth the try, so she reached her hands out to the water and pushed. The Orange force field shot out of her palms like a water fall and spread out on the ground. She landed on it, bouncing up and down. The force simply sunk into the water safely. Hazel slid off the bubble and relaxed her hands. "Whew..." She said, looked carefully into her palms. "Derek was right...I do have a power." She put a gleeful look on her face and headed back to her tree.
"Now I feel terrible for well, letting Derek turn his back on me." Hazel whispered with a tone of depression. "I must go find him. No, he would just yell at me. But he knows better than I do...okay I'll do it. But where could he be?"
Hazel got out of bed, plucked a couple berries from the spiky bush below the tree and gathered her things. "Derek, here I come."
Hazel honestly didn't want to meet Derek face to face again. She believed that the dream she had had the night before was a sign, but who was there to go to? She couldn't handle being by herself for any longer. And besides, he was good company. Hazel was determined to find someone, anyone, Derek.
"Okay...Hazel stay awake..." Hazel commanded herself, her dreary eyes closing on her. She wobbled and fell onto the dirt. Nightfall was coming and on her journey to find Derek she'd might as well get rest. So, as I said, she put her hand under her head, her legs curled up, and fell asleep.
The next morning was peaceful and quiet. The birds had not been chirping, the wind had vanished and the tree had no breeze to sway with. Hazel hated the silence between her and nature. But it wasn't her fault, there was someone else with her...
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasyOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...