PHEW! I almost didn’t make the deadline for this one…I forgot when the exact day was, and yesterday was busy…*pants*
But anyhow, I give you my entry for CWWC #3:
Sierra stumbled along the forest path, frantically searching for his ragged green cloak and brown tunic. It seemed impossible to find him in the forest of thick trees, so she raised her high angelic voice.
“Ferryman!” she called out his name in the silence like he would actually hear, like he would actually care. He had left her all alone – with no way to return to her home. Mirrors were passages to fantastic worlds, guarded by creatures called Ferrymen. He was meant to guide her back to her home, but her Ferryman had abandoned her and left her lost in the forest.
Sierra continued down the path, searching for his mysterious figure. She paused, out of breath, her eyes falling upon a sign nailed to a tree.
Here Be Faeries.
She studied the white, faded letters that were hand painted onto the sign. The print was big and loopy; faded with age. Faeries. Perhaps, Sierra thought, they can help me.
Sierra raised her head and peeked through the thick canopy of trees. The sky was blanketed in gloomy gray clouds that threatened a shower of rain. Reluctantly, Sierra stepped off the path, walking through trees and over logs. She took one last glance behind her, but all she saw was trees; always more trees.
When she finally forced herself to stop walking, Sierra sat on a wet, mossy log and took a breath of damp forest air. Her blue eyes studied the forest that would be her new home. With haste, she collected materials and built herself a lean-to shelter. She shivered as the sun set behind the horizon.
Sierra wasn’t sure how much longer she sat, shivering, but she knew it was very, very late. The noises of the forest came alive; the chirps of crickets and the deep croaks of frogs; the hoots of owls and the occasional howl of a wolf.
The night air chilled Sierra’s bare skin, and, trembling, she wished she would have worn a jacket. Her white blouse hardly protected her from the cold.
As the night progressed, Sierra struggled to sleep. Her mind raced; how would she ever find her way out of the forest? She wasn’t sure when she was sleeping and when she was awake, but to her dismay, she noticed the forest coming alive in a different way.
In the haze and cold, Sierra saw small blue lights twirling and dancing in the night air. They descended from the heavens, spinning slowly as they fell. As Sierra watched, they grew greatly in size. She saw that they were now large butterflies, their aura glowing blue. With a gasp, she realized they were faeries. They flew close to her face, studying her.
Sierra shook her head and closed her eyes. Despite her hopes, she knew nothing could help her; the faeries being of no service to her. She was lost; misled into trusting the wrong people, and was stuck inside an endless forest.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, the light of the faeries illuminating their sharp blue color. She needed a hero, so that’s what she became.
What do you think? I actually like this one very much. 🙂 GO TEAM KEEPERS!!! 😀 😀 😀