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Post By Rhiannon Thu Jan 25, 2007 at 12:09:05 pm EST |
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The Girl Who Saw Fairies 3, - On the Road. | |
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There was nothing about the young girl at the bus stop to suggest she was anything out of the ordinary. The average passer by would not have afforded her a second glance. She was simply another youth who had been out for the day and was now waiting for the bus home. So it seemed. Of course the average passer by had no way of knowing that Lily Woodside had the extraordinary gift of seeing fairies, that she had fled home after being attacked by a mysterious organisation who wished to use her abilities to gain power at the fairies expense. No, there was no way for the average passer by to know that. None of them did and none of them noticed or were bothered by Lily. Still, she couldn’t help but jump a bit at sudden noises. She desperately hoped that her magic companions would be able to warn her of any danger before it struck. Absently-mindedly she pulled her bag onto her knee and dragged out the crinkled old letter written by her grandmother. As she read it her mind wandered backwards remembering the strange, seemingly unreal journey that had lead her from the entrance to the secret hiding place of the Heart of the Forest to this lonely, wet and cold bus stop waiting for the 5:42.  The Heart of the Forest lived up to its name when it came to location. The sun had been high in the sky by the time she had finally broken out of the heavily vegetated area of the forest that shielded the Heart of the Forest from the outside world; like the forest of thorns that surrounded sleeping beauties castle. She was glad indeed to escape from the jungle of twisting branches and stinging nettles if somewhat disappointed. The air there had been heavy with magic. There is great magic in the woods and forest, she thought as she bent down to examine the damage the forest floor had done to her legs that where protected only by her nightgown, but I just wish that that magic didn’t involve quite so much bramble bushes and stinging nettles. After a while she had found the edge of the forest and once there it was only the matter of following the road till she came upon a near-deserted petrol station. Taking great care to stay out of sight she slipped into the ladies toilets and changed into more practical, daytime clothes. For the first few hours of her long journey to the nearest town she had kept herself at constant alert, throwing herself into the hedgerows if she heard a car approaching and only returning to her task once she was certain it was gone. After a while however, she realised that it was a waste of time and that by trying to avoid people she was only making herself more conspicuous. She was far better off acting normally and blending in with the people around her. It was not like everyone was looking out for her or that the Organisation were hot on her trail. She’d left them behind, miles back. Once in town she had bought a map and ran her eyes over all the possible destinations she might head for. That was what she needed, she realised: a destination. If she wandered aimlessly then she would soon be a lost animal, hunted and alone. If she was focussing on a destination however… As she examined the map she instinctively knew about the magic auras of the locations. It was as if she was connected to them, every last one, and that connection was now making itself known. In some places the connection was weak but with others it was so strong that she caught glimpses of them as she examined the map. Suddenly the perfect destination leapt out to her, letting her know of its presence and promising her that it held the secret to helping her on her task. So she waited in the bus shelter, noting how the 5:42 was late and it was now 5:54. A while later as Lily sat at the back of the bus and gazed out of the window she felt the strangest, nagging doubt. A premonition of sorts, that this journey would not be as simple as it seemed right then. Rhiannon Rose Watson Concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2006 reserved by Rhiannon Rose Watson. The right of Rhiannon Rose Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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