𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 ❀ 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘯

𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡.

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The task of taking the man back to the house was a given time for Nesryn to think over what she had just experienced. And think she did. Eric had felt her concern over their task and also her worry and guilt too.
"Do not feel guilty." He said firmly.
"But I do." She muttered, stroking her hair in her hand as a distraction.
"He attacked you... he was going to rape you." Eric growled, his attachment to the youthful fairy was growing strong and he couldn't help but deny his connection. Nesryn could help it too, she definitely felt drawn to him.
"Why are you more angry then I am?! It happened to me! Not you! Me!"
The soldier, over his shoulder moved slightly as they walked over the tough terrain, but it didn't bother Eric one bit. "It's not like something similar has never happened before." She muttered beneath her breath and that immediately Eric's attention.

"What do you mean?" He asked, stopping for her to answer.
"Eric... 400 years ago I was drugged to sleep and in that sleep he severed and burnt away my wings in their entirety. Nothing will ever compare to such torment." She said, walking on but immediately feeling regretful for saying anything at all.
"If I had been there I would've-..."
"But you weren't! Alright?! So just... forget it." She began to walk again, stopping every so often to mend a broken branch with her magic.

"The song you sing, is that-..."
"The song of the flora, yes. It's taught to us as children and we would usually all sing it together, but now, it's just me left to sing it." Eric stared at her for a few moments. Her plump lips were coloured like that of a pink rose and the way they lifted was similar to the way plants would as she sung that very song.
"What does it do?" He replied, after moments of strict contemplation over her idyllic features.
"It's gives life to nature, a revival of wilting. It's to keep the forest and it's inhabitants alive. Sometimes, it can even bring back the dead." Eric had never stopped wondering why she had not gonna with her fairy counterparts. No one would surely choose to be the last being of the race remaining in a world of such cruelty.

As they finally reached the house it had somehow neared dark, in all that time they had spent talking of their kinds, time had passed quickly.

Eric missed the sun the second it went away and he didn't know the next time he would be able to meet it without burning. He had been preparing to burn at any second during the day but the time didn't come and for that he was thankful.
The way it grazed his skin with warmth and how it felt having such warmth was exquisite as it was always so cold as a vampire.

"Thank you..." Eric said and Nesryn stopped just before entering the garden from the tree line. "You've given me the opportunity to walk in the sun and-... I can't begin to explain what it means to me." He spoke rather awkwardly, not sure how to explain his gratitude.
"You're welcome." She said with a smile before continuing with moving forward, suddenly Eric stopped her.
"There's someone here."
"It's probably just Lucian-..." she shrugged but he stopped her again.
"I've never met this scent before and it's not dog either... stay back." Eric roughly dropped the soldier to the ground and Nesryn couldn't help but glare at him.

"What?" He asked, acting oblivious, before speeding from her sight and searching the grounds. He first of all sped to and found the open grave of his maker, he had climbed out himself. He felt a presence and turned swiftly to find his maker, dressed and clean.
"Eric, where is she?" He said before in unison they heard a scream. The scream of the very fairy they had sworn to protect. They didn't even look at one another before speeding to her immediately. Eric felt her fear and it ailed him terribly, but noticed her but it was a different type of fear from what he felt at the stream.

As they reached her land they found her crouched over something small, she was crying and the sorrow overwhelmed Eric immensely. Noticing no immediate danger they had retracted their fangs and rushed to her side. There in front of her lie a family of bunnies, all grey and gentle. They lay still from their death, eyes wide open in shock horror.
"Nesryn..." she cried out a heart wrenching 'no' of disbelief. The pain Eric felt through their connection was unlike any sorrow he had experienced in life and death. He placed his hand upon her shoulder and turned her face to his own, her tear stains reflecting in the moonlight creating an ethereal glow of her skin. It was as if stardust had implemented itself in her face powder.

"Nesryn... what happened?" She began to cry again. She fell forward and gently placed her hands beneath the three rabbits and cradled them in her arms. Through her cries, she began to sing the song, and as she did so a golden powder-like magic began to wisp it's way around her. It encircled her kneeling body and began to focus on the bunnies themselves. She sung more and more passionately, using words from a language neither Godric nor Eric had ever heard before, but they felt hypnotised by it. It was as if they themselves had been glamoured by her and her song.

From the trees, they heard a disturbance, before Lucian came out with the knocked out soldier on his back. He slammed him onto the floor before looking at Nesryn and sighing in relief.
"I heard her scream... I assumed the worst." They all turned their attention back to the siren of the woods, her magic had lit up the area with fireflies, much like she had that day at the lake. The flowers and trees glowed in the darkness from these small bugs and their glowing lamps for backs. All three were enraptured by this moment and noted what a pleasure it had been to witness. As the golden spritz faded into nothing, Eric walked around the weeping girl and saw all three bunnies alive and well. He sighed in exasperated shock and fell to his knees in disbelief.

She smiled up at him before her eyes shut and the sweat on her forehead was made present. She blinked ever so slowly before Eric noticed a falling tear of thick, red blood from her right nostril. She smiled again before falling onto her back and allowing the creatures in her arms to run off in fearfulness.

"She's exhausted, she needs rest."