Revival Of Stars

18 | Tired Fairy

CHAPTER 18
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Once upon a time there was a tired fairy with a chipped wing.

Crouching on the roof of a building situated behind the RRR building was Dawn, the hunter.

As years for this fairy continued on, the impaired wing began to hurt her; slowly, she couldn't fly as quick or move as agile.

A quiet whistle blew from Dawn's lips as she waited, waited, and waited. And as she shifted about to situate herself in the shadows, the iron blades latched under her sleeves dangled.

Even the slight flutter of her wings burned her limbs.

As time continued to fly by, Dawn narrowed her eyes. Instinctively, she slid a blade out of her sleeve and into her slender fingers, where she then rested the tip of the blade on her lips: a form of relaxation. How ironic to kiss something that could kill.

Therefore, she looked for a remedy, a solution to alleviate the pain that enveloped her whole. How could this fairy feel better again?

The surface of the blade that touched Dawn's lips slowly trailed to the hollow of her cheek, gliding over her pink scar, and up, up, up towards her charcoal eyes, where she then rested the iron on her temple. Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was talk of a pixie who knew the solution to everything. So, one day, the fairy trudged laboriously to meet the shrewd pixie.

Dawn waited, waited, and waited some more. The coldness of The Inner and the dark blotches of shadows loomed over her, biting and melting against her skin. But she didn't care; there was only one thing going through her mind. A solution to her problems.

Upon meeting the wise pixie, she simply showed her chipped wing and asked for a solution. She didn't want to feel pain anymore.

Suddenly, tumbling down the alleyway between the RRR building and the building that Dawn was on, was a big, burly man. George. He looked fearful and panicked. There was no hesitation as he opened the back door of the RRR building with a special key. Dawn watched speculatively from above.

The pixie mumbled that there were two solutions to the fairy's problem. And she could choose whichever one that'd fit best for her.

Chaos erupted from inside the building, audible through the opening of the door that George was standing at. Dawn could vividly hear Jodan's words as he instructed for Layla—RRR's witch—to help the three leave The Inner. Dawn started to smile a creepy smile.

One solution, the pixie said, was to glue her wing back together gently with warm, special glue. She could fly again, but there would be no promises of her wings never chipping again.

George moved aside, allowing Layla to tumble out of the door, then Jare Bobbit's descendent, his brother, and...the girl. Her descendent. They all soared down the alleyway. Running. Running. Running.

The second solution, the pixie said, was to cut her wings off completely.

Dawn observed the four bodies tumbling down the alleyway as she tapped the blade against her head. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

What did the fairy choose?

Hurdling over the edge of the roof, landing on a slim edging, and sliding down a nearby pipeline that crawled up the building like a vine—was Dawn as she maneuvered herself towards the ground. Then upon landing, she emerged from the shadows and approached George.

For so long, the fairy pondered. The answer was right there, sitting on the tip of her tongue, just barely slipping past her lips. But before she answered, she had to ask...

"Does it hurt?" Dawn questioned George.

Upon hearing Dawn's distinct macabre voice, George turned in her direction and raised his eyebrows. "Dawn! Hurt what...?"

Without answering, Dawn just stared directly at the red gash on his bicep.

"Oh," George gave a nervous laugh. One of those heh-hehs people gave whenever Dawn was concerned. "That's nothing. Just one of the measly men in the cells woke up and got a good slash on me."

Dawn tilted her head. "I asked does it hurt?"

A chill bit the air and nipped at his toned skin. "Right, of course you did. Well—yes. It does, but I'll be fine. I'm strong."

Based on her indifferent eyes, that wasn't the correct answer. George gulped.

Thankfully, she casted her unnerving gaze away and down the long, twisting alleyway in which Layla had lead the three kids through. Solution to a problem. A solution. They were the solution.

Facing George once again, Dawn gave a wide-toothed smile. She asked another question.

"Will you do me a favor, Georgie?"

George gulped once more. Again? "Ye—Yes! Of course..."

Dawn gazed down the alleyway once more, her eyes transfixed as her mind twisted and slithered and burned and grinned and poisoned and screamed.

Then finally...

"Help me leave The Inner."