White Roses

Chapter Seven: Crescent Moon

Writer Actress: Thanks for the votes guys! Just got back from Philadelphia and saw the Philadelphia State Penitentiary which was creepy. I'm already trying to find a way to use that scene for a story because it was so awesome!  

I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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Chapter Seven: 

Crescent Moon 

I screamed as I fell through the darkness. The darkness slipped through my fingers and felt like silk as I tried to grab onto something to stop this, but nothing. I kept my eyes closed as the hot wind blew around me. A voice in my head sang, Twisty, twisty, twisty, baby, baby, baby girly, girl! The sweet hotness made my cheeks flush. 

When my feet hit the ground, I thought I would split into two. It was the sort of pain that started at the ball of my heels and shot through my bones. The impact made me fall and landed on my hands, but I still kept my eyes shut tightly. 

After the pain dissolved, my sense of smell hit me with cinnamon, spices, sugar, bread, roses, lilies, irises, powder, perfume, meat, something rotting, alcohol, and even a tad of makeup.  

“Open your eyes,” Drake whispered in my ear. 

I did and gaped at the scene in front of me. Goblins, giants, pixies, nixies, elves, nymphs, tiny floral faeries, ugly evil red caps that smelled like death and every other faerie that I have ever known (and a whole bunch I’ve never seen), walked in this crowded market. Some of the giants looked sweet with moss and flowers growing on their backs, ducking down to avoid the ceiling while the floral faeries dodged around the bigger faeries by zig zaging in the air. I heard shouts, talking, whispering, yelling, growls, and everything in-between. The elf women giggled and gawked at some of the handsome elf men with haunting eyes and double jointed fingers pointing at them. 

My head began spinning. 

It looked like we were actually in the tree because the walls were made of a dark wood like the color of the tree and gave the marketplace a darker look. Some of the shops looked...odd. Some of them were just thick drapes against the wall. Others were of little stores and stands with odd sparkling trinkets hanging on string. Faeries bustled about which made my head spin. Languages fell in and out of their mouths. 

I think I’m going to have a panic attack. 

“Still your heart, Matty,” Drake told me, “there is nothing to fear when you’re with me.” 

Yeah, this is coming from the guy who brought me to my worst nightmare. Oh yeah, sure, did he know how many folktales I’ve heard about faeries? The humans in most cases never had a real happy ending. Didn’t he know that the humans usually ended up in a grave?

The little girl fawn grabbed my arm. “Don’t worry, pretty lady, you’ll be fine. I promise! I’m a good fighter!” 

Oh yeah, you and Dora the explorer. 

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I gurgled as I put a hand over my mouth before running over to an empty corner of the tree market that looked relatively safe. I ran into something that felt like a pebble, but then I came crashing down into the mud. My cheeks scratched and the bruises from the whole dryad thing still hadn’t healed over quite yet and screamed in agony. I rolled over to my back and looked at what I tripped on.

“Watch where yer going!” 

“I’m sorry, my good man, but she’s new at this.” Drake explained as he flew to the man that was about his size minus the wings. The man looked like he lived in the woods with a thick brown jacket that had holes and some colorful looking patches on them. His ruffled hair and big heavy boots also gave hint to this. I saw a knife in his hand with a leather strap.