Hazel gently touched the trees as she walked past them. They seemed to be waving goodbye to her. She jumped up and waved back.
"You are a joyful little soul, Hazel." Derek said glancing happily at the dancing, ecstatic angel.
Hazel twirled around, her leafy dress glowing brightly. "Thank you, dear Derek."
"You know, you still have the heart of a princess."
"Why Derek...you have no idea how much I'd like to see my exquisite room again!" Hazel gasped, her eyes turned solemnly grey.
"I understand, your majesty."
Hazel beamed and ran her fingers through her lovely auburn hair. She glanced at her feet and whirled around.
"Why are you so happy?" Derek questioned, his cheeks showing his medium size dimples. He immediately looked ahead at the "Path" ahead.
"I honestly don't know! I just feel this fun energy whisking through this place!" she answered with an amusing tone in her voice. Derek nodded and kept walking.
"Hey!" A cracking voice screeched.
The two stopped in their tracks and look up.
"Hey!" it screamed again.
"Who is it?" Derek yelled bravely.
An arrow shot and hit the trunk of the rotting tree. Derek was alarmed, the person was trying to aim at him! The voice cackled from the treetops and a thin girl hopped down. She had dark, back hair and challenging brown eyes. She also wore a tight armor and tights. Behind her back were arrows and a bow was in her hand. She had thick eyebrows that tilted down, giving her a mad look. She smiled and swiftly walked around Hazel and Derek.
"I'm Sandra. I own this tree."
Hazel laughed, "I don't think anyone can own just one tree!"
Sandra glared at Hazel, ignoring her rude comment. "I own this tree." She repeated acting like no one had said anything. "Anyway, if I own this tree, do you think you should be here? Under this tree?"
"No, we are truly sorry." Derek spoke up, beginning to head off.
"Where you heading Mr?" Sandra grabbed Derek's shirt and pulled him back.
"We are going to find a new home."
"Great! I'm getting tired of this tree anyway. Let's go!"
Hazel gestured at Derek which meant she didn't want Sandra to come.
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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...
