Perhaps she had lost herself amidst enjoying the cool breezes and the pleasant day. Her parents decided it was a great time to have a picnic. Sumia was overcome with excitement. She couldn't stop badgering her parents to hurry up and pack so they can enjoy the day. Once they arrived in a pretty, calm meadow, Sumia ran off and tripped and fell into grass and tiny flowers. Brushing herself off, she picked some of the tiny flowers and showed them to her parents.
"Yes, those are very pretty," her father answered. He seemed very amused at his daughter's previous antics. Her mother was buried deep in a book. Sumia huffed. How could she be reading on a day like this, she asked herself. Sumia huffed once more and pocketed the tiny flowers and decided to run off again, losing herself in her imagination with dragons.
Somehow she managed to wander away from her parents in her battle against a pretend dragon and into a dark and scary woods. She willed herself not to scream, to keep calm, and search for the meadow. Sumia wasn't even aware there was a woods nearby. It was like the setting for her epic battle against dark, evil dragons became real. Suddenly Sumia froze, striken with fear. What if her imaginary world turned into the real world? Would a dragon appear and eat her and feast on her flesh? No, Sumia told herself. She was strong enough to take a dragon. A small dragon. A baby dragon. She didn't want to fight a baby dragon. It was a baby and it probably had a mother somewhere nearby.
Cracking of branches from behind Sumia brought back down to reality. Sumia was afraid to turn around. Sumia shakily breathed in and out, and decided to turn around. Sumia proceed to gasp at the sight before her and practically choked on air. It was a pegasus. And this is how I meet my end, Sumia thought, staring at the pegasus with wide eyes. At the mercy of a pegasus. Do pegasi normally live in the wild? Maybe this one ran away? Maybe its riders were mean?
The pegasus just made a noise at her and sat down. Sumia frowned and huffed. Was she not worth its time? How uppity of it. Her irritation faded away when she saw its wings were caked with mud. Its face was covered with dirt. Overall the pegasus was just dirty. Her frown deepen and she took a step closer, finding the pegasus remaining sitting and resting. Sumia gather her dress and tried to rip it. She found the fabric of her dress was surprisingly tough. Sumia put all her strength behind trying to rip her dress. She just need a piece of the fabric.
She huffed when her dress refused to budge. She decided to settle for picking a nice leaf and spitting on it. She hesitantly wiped the pegasus's face with the leaf. Most of the dirt came off, but some of it was being rude and refused to leave. Sumia would have scrubbed harder, but she was afraid of hurting the pegasus, though it was just sat there and allowed her to clean its face.
Sumia sighed, sadden by her inability to do more for it. She highly doubted she would be able to get the mud out of its wings and her own inhibitions kept her from trying. She reached into her pocket and took out a tiny flower. Sumia placed the flower between the pegasus's ear and gave it a soft smile.
"You look beautiful," she said. The pegasus rose its head slightly toward her, as if agreeing with her, but there was no way for the pegasus to know what it looked like. Sumia didn't even know what she looked like.
Growling made Sumia freeze again. She hadn't heard the beast at all, nor had she sensed its incredible hunger for little girls. Saliva dripped from its mouth and Sumia saw her life flashing her eyes. She hadn't noticed the pegasus get up either.
She heard her name being called by her parents and saw the beast and the pegasus on the ground, unmoving. Her mother checked her for wounds, then hugged her tightly when she saw Sumia was unharmed.