BloodRose Dawn

BloodRose Dawn Ch 2 Pt 1

H.A. woke up early the next morning quite excited. They completed their usual morning routine and hugged Jaz goodbye.

Jaz: Good luck!

H.A.: Thanks!

H.A. ran outside and flew towards the address Jeffery gave them. When they landed at their destination they thought they must have made a mistake. It was an old, abandoned storage shed. It looked like no one had used it in a long time. They walked inside and looked around in amazement. This was no ordinary shed! Inside was a cozy looking room, with a lit fireplace and a large chair and table facing towards it.

H.A.: Uh... Jeffery?

Jeffery: *Hops out of the chair* Ah! Hellish! Welcome to my humble home! Jeffery floats up to H.A. and hands them a list.

H.A.: What's this?

Jeffery: That is a list of items and where to find them. I need everything on this list for a project I'm working on.

H.A.: So, lemme get this straight, I get these items and come back, and then you pay me?

Jeffery: *Show host voice* Ding, ding, ding! Someone give this person a prize!

H.A.: Alright then... See you!

Jeffery: Goodbye for now! H.A. stepped outside and read the list:

1. Fairy dust- Fantasy Forest

2. Gold coin- Pirate Cove

3. Dragon bloodstone- 432 January Drive

H.A. decided to go in order and flew high up into the air, as to get a better view of everything.

They spotted Fantasy Forest and flew towards it. They ran into it and dashed among the trees until they saw a fairy village and walked up to it. There were some fairies playing a game in a flower bed.

H.A.: Um... Hello there!

A fairy: Oh! Hi! *The small creature flew up to them* How can we help you stranger?

H.A.: Can I use some fairy dust?

Fairy: Of course! *The fairy speeds off, and her as well as a few friends come back carrying a pouch of fairy dust*

H.A. grabs the pouch and thanks the fairies before heading off to Pirate Cove. They arrive at Pirate Cove and sneak up behind a sleeping pirate. Carefully, they grab a golden coin from a pouch at his waist and take flight, traveling to 432 January Drive. Silently, they land on the front porch of a small but charming cottage. They knock and a middle aged man answers.

Man: What is it?

H.A.: I need a dragon bloodstone.

Man: *Pauses a moment* Come in. *He steps aside to make room*

H.A. enters the house and looks around. Papers are everywhere. Vials and jars litter the shelves and tables. It's clear this man is a scientist of some sort.

Man: *Moves some papers off a chair* Sit, sit! You want some tea?

H.A.: *Sits* Yes please. The man pours some tea for them and himself and sits down in the only chair not covered in papers.

Man: So, why do you want the bloodstone?

H.A.: It's for my boss... He needs it for something he's working on.

Man: My name is Daniel Storms, and the bloodstone is very powerful... Are you sure your bosses' intentions are pure?

H.A.: (If I say no he won't give it to me.) Yes, he has good intentions.

Daniel: Alright... *He walks to a nearby cabinet and takes out a small box. He walks up to them and gives it to them* Here, take it and go.

H.A.: O-okay...

H.A. takes the box and flies back to Jeffery's shed. They knock and Jeffery lets them in.

Jeffery: You have the things I need?

H.A.: Yes! *Holds them out*

Jeffery: Splendid! *He takes the items and pours them into a large cauldron*

H.A.: Aaaaare you gonna pay me?

Jeffery floats up to them.

Jeffery: Yes, but first... *He snaps and H.A. yelps*

H.A.: *Tries to move, but can't* W-what are you doing!? Jeffery snaps and a large scalpel appears.

Jeffery: There is one more ingredient I need. *He brings the scalpel dangerously close to their back* Angel wings!

Jeffery begins cutting the flesh around their wings.

H.A. screams in agony as they struggle to move, tears run down their cheeks. After many minutes of cutting he finally had their wings. He snapped and H.A. fell to the floor, twitching and whimpering. Jeffery throws their wings into the cauldron and snaps, him and the cauldron disappear without a trace. Meanwhile, H.A. was in shock and pain, still lying on the floor, no one to help them.