HI GUYS SORRY FOR LETTING YO ALL WAIT FOR SUCH A LONG TIME FOR THIS THIRD EDITION BUT I HAD REVISION, I WILL NOT BE UPDATING REGULARLY AS BEFORE AS I NEED TO STUDY BUT ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER OF DAYS OF FAIRY PAST
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Feet hit the soft undergrowth as it dashed away from the dark forest, howls sounded and red eyes appeared from behind. It was the Mortem Pack, they had smelt her fear, now if she didn't make it to her destination, she would surely die with quick speed.
A brown hood hid her face as she pushed green foliage away from her body and her bag, in it was something...something so special yet so dangerous that if it got into the wrong hands, the Fairytale World would be in grave danger.
Her priority was simple: get the parchment to the Queen, when she received it she would know a safe place to keep it, a place where no one would find it, not even them.
She could hear the frantic paws of the dire wolves, there had to be about thirty of them, she just hoped they didn't catch her before she reached the castle.
"Calm down, calm down, you can make it, no, you will make it," she informed herself as he hugged the bag closely, as if it held her life essence.
She jumped over brambles and other weird plant-life Wonderland was known for having, the Castle was closer now than ever after.
A dire wolf appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her by her hood using its yellow teeth, the girl tried to rip the hood from its jaws but it held on, she was doomed.
The girl removed her hood and sent the wolf falling hard to the ground, now that the hood was off, the girl's face was in plain view, she had long dark auburn hair that flowed to her back, her fierce green eyes shone even in the darkness and even though she was frowning, she still looked beautiful, one could have confused her for a princess however the dirt in her fingernails and the un-princess-y way of walking showed she wasn't of royalty or even if she was, she didn't act like it.
The Heart Castle was getting closer and closer, and yet her pursers were not getting any further away from her, she had to get to the safety of the palace walls and fast.
She sprinted and soon enough the grand gates of the Castle was in front of her and standing on the lookout towers were a spade and a club.
"Who goes there?" the club asked.
"I am here to see the Queen and I need to be let in!" the girl said.
"And who are you?" the spade asked as well.
"Someone very important, I need to see the Queen now, it is sometime fairy important."
"Sorry we can't let you in!" the club screamed, even though he didn't need to.
"A Mortem Pack is behind me, please let me in."
"So you were lying about seeing the Queen, you just wanted refuge," the spade said.
That's it, she had to see the Queen and give her this parchment, the past and the future depending on this being safe in her hands.
The girl closed her eyes and opened it once more, her pupils had transformed into milky-white and suddenly the breeze around transformed into a strong gale and she flew into the air and into the castle, she was never ever after suppose to use her powers when she was given this task but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She was now in, however the alarm had been sounded and now Card Guards were all around her, she moved her palm and they all flew into the air like paper, which in fact they were.
She rushed into the palace, she knew where to find the Queen, she had to be in the Throne Room and transfer the parchment to the Queen.
The girl made it as the Queen was exiting her majestic throne room, "Your Majesty!"
The Queen turned around, by her side was a young child with black and red hair, she had teal eyes and was holding a stuffed teddy bear and a tiny toy axe, she looked like she was around the age of 6.
"Take Elizabeth to her room," the Queen said to her servant.
"Mummy, who's that?" Elizabeth asked as she held the hand of the maid.
"I don't know Lizzie, but I will take care of this."
The maid and Lizzie walked away and the Queen looked at the girl with rage, "How dare you enter my presence with no notification, OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
"I was sent to give you this, from the past, from the Counsellors of Ever After to keep safe from the shadows," the girl said looking at the Queen's cold teal eyes.
"The shadows!" the Queen said, looking concerned. "Do they know you are here?"
"No my Queen, but if I don't leave soon they will realise the ripple in time," the girl replied.
The Queen took the parchment and looked at the girl, "You were so young back then, I can't believe the years that have gone by, Dorothy Gale."
Dorothy smiled at the Queen, "Please keep it safe, our stories depend on those shadows not getting it."
"Your story especially, if those shadows get it, you and the residents of Oz will be most affected, because your stories are so fresh and new even in this present day that the shadows ruling will wipe your very chance of existence from the minds of everyone."
Dorothy frowned, she knew that already, she didn't need to hear it once more, her future depended on that parchment, her story continuing, right now in the past she was suppose to be starting her own story, her own path that would determine her descendants' own, she had to make everything right.
"Promise me you will keep it safe," Dorothy pleaded. "The Council depend on you."
"You don't need to beg, I understand and those demons will never know it's here, a Queen's honour."
Dorothy smiled, she could rely on Katherine, she rushed out of the Throne Room only to bump into an old woman.
"I'm so sorry," Dorothy said, eyeing the crone who was holding a basket of the shiniest apples she had ever seen.
"It's alright dear, would you like an apple?" the crone took one of the reddest out and offered it to her, it sparkled even in the dim-light corridor.
Dorothy was about to take it when the clock struck midnight, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
She left the crone and her apples behind and said the spell, the portal immediately appeared and she quickly jumped in, vanishing from the Castle and from Wonderland.
DOROTHY?! WHO ELSE IS SHOCKED AND WE ALL KNOW WHO THE OLD CRONE IS, RIGHT?
