Her wings flapped uselessly. Trying in vain to slow her steady descent. She felt the charred rags of her clothes flapping against her body. Her long chestnut hair flowing in front of her face. Her body flipping and turning as her decent instead of slowing seemed to increase. But she clutched the potion given to her by the Blue Fairy.
Finally she saw the ground below. It was a clearing in a thick wood, she could tell even from this height that it was frosted with snow. Ridiculously she remembered when she and Emma had built a snowman. She could already feel the memories leaving her, as if the closer she got to this world, the farther she was from her old one. The memories were slipping away as if she were trying to hold water in a cup full of holes.
It was hard for her to make out but she was sure she saw a blurry shape below. As she grew closer she saw the one shape morph into three. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the crash fast approaching. She hoped against hope that it would kill her. But she knew there was no chance of that.
She landed and created a huge crater in the ground from her fall. She felt exhaustion deep in her bones and a pain was spreading through her back like fire. She was slumped and then slowly rolled her shoulders back standing up to her full height and stretching her burnt, smoke covered wings out behind her.
It was an impressive display. The soot coated and singed wings contrasted intimidatingly against the fresh fallen snow. Her face was grimy and sweaty but her bright blue eyes shined out and glared at her surroundings. Her eyes were almost ghostly the way they gleamed. Her upright stance was worthy of a super hero. Her legs were spread shoulder width apart and everything about her stance said that she had seen it all and was ready for a fight. It certainly helped that the crater she landed in was still smoking. The sight was enough to make any grown man scream for his mommy.
The spectacle was somewhat diminished though when she winced at the pain of that simple motion and pulled her white blue-tipped wings back quickly. She scanned the scene in front of her. She was in a graveyard. There was a lovely woman with raven hair, pale skin, and a heavily embroidered cloak standing in between a pale man with curly blond hair reaching shoulder-length and a trickle of blond running from his nose, he was clothed all in black, and a brown haired man with beautiful green eyes and a line of stubble outlining his strong jaw. They were all staring at her intently Which figures. They were dressed as if they were at a medieval fair. The cold bit down at her and she felt goosebumps crawl up her skin.
Quickly she looked down at her chest. Sure enough the potion in the soft blue bottle hanging from a golden chain was still wrapped around her neck.
"Who are you?" asked the blond haired man in a strange accent, She had heard it before but couldn't quite place it. He had a sense of authority about him of a man used to being treated with respect, reverence even.
"Really? That's the question you choose to ask?" She scoffed at him, "Not 'am I alright?' or 'are those wings I see?' you disappoint me. Also the question you just asked has to be the hardest of them all."
He blinked hard once.
"Are you alright, m'lady?" Asked the green eyed man, in the accent she now identified as British.
"See? There's a gentleman." She said gesturing. She noticed him cast a glance at the raven haired lady. "The m'lady isn't really necessary. However, as long as you ask, I just got stabbed in the back. Literally and figuratively." She winced again and placed one hand between her shoulder blades, when she drew it back she saw it was covered in blood. She felt the warm blood sliding down her back and it made her feel sick.
They were still gawking at her and eyeing her wings apprehensively.
"Where have you come from?" Asked the raven-haired lady in a British accent.
'Maybe I'm in Britain.' She wondered.
The lady also had a sort of regality about her.
"Good question. But I think I need medical attention. Like immediately." She said dropping to her knees her vision going fuzzy at the edges.
Blondie rushed over and gripped her waist helping her to her feet and allowing her to lean on him.
"Thanks." She whispered her face growing sweaty and her skin feverish.
"We can't take her through the front." Said Blondie, "Her strange clothes will draw attention."
"Not to mention her wings." Added Green eyes.
"Are we actually considering helping her? How can we? We just met her. And whot is she anyway? Some kind of witch?" Raven-hair asked getting in her face as if hoping to find answers there.
"I'm with the boys here. Let's help the poor girl who just crash landed in our woods." She said weakly. "And I don't even know what qualifies as witch-craft here. Or if there even is magic."
"See? Whot kind of answer is that?" Said Raven-hair taking her answer as proof that she was unstable and possibly dangerous.
"Please.." She croaked out before everything went black.