Hey guys! So I haven't written a story in quite a while so hope you enjoy! _____________________ Yes, you. You see those things over there? Yes? Don't go near them. The pretty little creatures that are dancing around the campfire looking like they are sweet and innocent. Their light blue glowing skin and a baby blue tattered tutu with a strapy top to mach. Their ice cold blue eyes along with a pair of perfectly sculptured lips and white glowing teeth just ties it all together. Do not walk towards them! Stop! Hide behind that tree or something! Just stop what your doing!! I know what I am on about. Oh, it's to late now, they have spotted you. They slowly come to a halt and look at you with their impossibly pretty faces. They start walking towards you with you still memorised with their prettiness in your eyes. Their cute little smiles now fade away into an evil grin and their ice cold blue eyes start to turn a deep orange with hate. Their pupils have now disappeared into nothing, and they slowly grin at you showing you the now deadly sharp pointy teeth that firmly sit in their mouths. It's to late. Now you have realised what you are doing, they put you in a trance and you just weren't strong enough to fight it. You try to run but your frozen with fear, you gape your mouth open at the sight that you are seeing. You try to scream but you can't. Nothing comes out. They all pounce ontop of you. Sending you down onto the dirty and wet floor. All you can see is their orange tutu's waving about in excitement as they tear the flesh off you. I'm sorry my friend.. That I can not help you. But if I go down there, they will most likely kill me too. Those evil Sprites have no hope. No emotions. No feelings. And no mercy. I am a Sprite too you know. But.. Different from all the others, my skin stays a bright glowing blue.. And my teeth say a gleaming white and my lips are still perfectly sculptured. My dress still blue and my eyes, the same as ever. I'm not an evil Sprite, I am a good one. I try to protect people that walking into the Dark Forest.. But none of them yet have proven themselves strong enough to fight the trance of the Mal.. That's what the evil Sprites call themselves. Then, it's just me.. They good Sprite. When someone finally does resist the trance of the Mal. I will be there, to guide them and protect them through life. And they will call me Elena. A good Sprite? Something like the doesn't exist you say? Well it does.... And this is where my story, begins. ______________ Hope you guys enjoyed! Open for any feedback for helpful tips! Thanks! Love Pïx
Update ____________ I used to be a human once.. Once, is a very long time a go to me. See, if you are powerful enough to resist the Mal's trance, then that's one problem over. But then they have to decide what to do with you. As your are still frozen in fear. That's what happened to me.. They turn you into one of them. I played it cool for quite a while and helped them catch humans.. When.. I just left. I couldn't be with them anymore. I wasn't that sort of person. I left them, but. Ever since they have somehow been attracting people I know. Like. My old friends from school. Not my best friend yet though. Thank god. I quickly tip toe through the forest with the autumn leaves crunching under my tiny blue ballet shoes, trying not to make a noise. I look around very carefully and I walk to a nearby tree. None of my friends new that I was a Sprite. They thought I just disappeared ages ago. And my family, I never saw them again after that night. Watching all the police men and women search for me and to see my family worried sick. Especially my mum. Oh, my mum. I was so close to her, and watching her cry her eyes out into a tissue was horrible. I can remember it all. The search party's looking for me and I am just there, sitting ontop of a branch. Glowing red, trying to resist not attacking on rod the policemen. After that night.. It got me thinking. I could do good for others. Instead of.. Well.. Eat them. I quickly fluttered my wings and flee from tree to tree making sure nobody could see me. Or anything. Elena. Elena? Why did my mum call me that. She said she loved the name but everyone else hated it. So why did she call me it? No. I was getting to far into my thoughts now. I need to concentrate. But I can't. Just simply can't. _____________ Sorry it's a really short update. But hope you liked it! Welcome for any helpful comments! Píx.