Hey guys, got this chapter fixed. here it is. the entire idea is mine. but half the credit goes to dark my best friend who helped by rewrteng my chapter its great. anyway here it goes.
Rachel and Kirsty could do nothing more than stand and stare at the mysterious figure standing not three feet away. How had they fought the fairies off? Who was it? With little more than a battle cry and a few flashes of movement, the stranger had forced every attacking fairy to retreat.
Earlier, when the girls had first arrived in Fairyland, they had found it in ruins. Smoke and ash rose from the remains of anything that could burn, and anything that couldn't burn was smashed to pieces. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere. But this wasn't the worst part –– no, the worst part came when the fairies that had been their friends had attacked them for no apparent reason.
Luck was with them –– luck, or possibly some other force at work in the picture. Because now, the two girls stood alone, bewildered and completely at the mercy of the faceless warrior before them. He –– possibly she, but for now we shall call it simply it–– was unrecognizable past the deep shadow of the cowled hood. All that was visible was the mouth, set in a thin, emotionless line.
Kirsty and Rachel were frozen in time and space as they stared at the stranger, and it stared back at them. Then, with a quick movement of the head that might have been a nod, it turned and bounded off with silent footsteps. About twenty meters away, she turned and beckoned the girls to follow.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked Kirsty. "Should we follow her?"
Kirsty looked at her friend, raising an eyebrow. "A creepy hooded person comes and saves us from insane fairies, then offers for us to follow it, away from the things that tried to kill us," she stated, somewhat sarcastically. "What do you think?"
Rachel opened her mouth, then she closed it. "You're right. Let's go."
The stranger's lips twitched in a smile as it watched them, and then it leapt into the sky. It had no wings, but somehow…it seemed to ride on the wind. Shrugging, the two girls fluttered their own wings and sprang after it.
After what seemed like hours of flying after the stranger, who seemed to stay at just the right speed for the girls to remain some distance behind it, Kirsty and Rachel found themselves following it down into a forest. Rachel found herself thinking that she was, quite possibly, the only person that the darkness and the shadow-obscured branches bothered. The stranger dodged through the claw-like branches with no apparent effort, and even Kirsty seemed used to flying in the dark.
On the other hand, Rachel didn't like it at all. The branches looked like they would grab you by the waist when you weren't looking at them, and every hooting owl or rustling leaf sent her senses on overdrive. She wondered how long and far they had been flying, or even if they were still in Fairyland anymore. She was exhausted, but somehow her wings kept moving and holding her aloft, fueled by an unknown source of energy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the forest started growing lighter. The leaves above still blocked out most sunlight, but far ahead they saw a shaft of light shining through a hole in the forest roof. It shone down on a mossy clearing, towards which the stranger seemed to be heading. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief at first, but when she burst out into the actual light, it blinded her eyes and she tumbled from the air. She crashed into something and promptly landed on top of it. It was warm and vaguely human shaped.
"Ow," it groaned.
"Oh my gods, Kirsty, are you okay?" Rachel gasped, scrambling up.
"My best friend just broke my back with her bony butt. Of course I'm not okay."
Rachel frowned. If Kirsty was in a mood for sarcasm, she was definitely okay.
When their eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light, they saw that the hooded stranger was staring at them, its mouth still an impassive line. Then, when its unseen eyes met theirs, it nodded, turned, and passed through the curtain of ropy willow branches that stretched along the far side of the clearing. The message was obvious. The two girls followed.
Somehow they found themselves in a narrow, dimly lit tunnel, carved out of rock. All they could see at the far end was a wall, but the stranger just walked towards it. As they neared closer, though, they realized that there was not an entrance in the wall, but the floor. A gaping black hole about three feet wide stared out at them as they watched the stranger stand at its edge, glance back at them, and jump in.
They dashed to the hole just in time to see the hood vanish around a corner. Shrugging, Kirsty jumped in, hollering something about it being so fun. Rachel followed soon after.
The rock tunnel should have been painful, but it actually wasn't. It was smooth and slick, like a slide, which it actually kind of was. Rachel admitted that she might have screamed a bit, but she had reasons –– she was going really fast. She was scared that she might catch up to Kirsty and crash into her.
Her ears popped as they traveled even further underground. Lights flashed by until they went out completely, and Rachel was sliding down in complete darkness. Just as she was thinking that she might be trapped on this slide of darkness for eternity, she popped out the end, landed on top of Kirsty for the second time that day, bumped her funny bone on the floor, and burst into peals of laughter. Kirsty couldn't help but giggle too.
Their giggling fits stopped when they felt the piercing, unseen gaze of the stranger. It was standing there completely still, its arms folded and its hood still up. It hadn't found anything to laugh about, which in itself was disheartening.
When the girls had calmed themselves down, the stranger turned and strode down the corridor in which they had landed. It was dimly lit by torches on the wall and, like all underground places, had a damp, almost oldfeel to its compressing stone walls. The door at the far end, before which the stranger stopped, was of dark wood and brass fixtures. Without a sound the stranger unlocked it with a large brass key, let the girls in, entered, and shut the door behind them.
Kirsty and Rachel jumped at the sound of the slamming door. They had been too busy fixed on the sights around them –– because while the corridor had just been a musty cave tunnel, this was…something else. It was well lit by bronze braziers, and furnished with mahogany chairs and tables. An Indian rug lay on the cobbled stone floor.
"Welcome," said the stranger promptly after the door had closed, "to my underground hideout." The voice was clearly female.
"Why have you brought us here?" Kirsty demanded.
They couldn't see her face, but the girls could swear the stranger was raising an eyebrow. "I did not bring you anywhere. You followed me here."
Kirsty's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
The stranger sighed. "Seriously, girls?"
She flicked back her hood.
"Izzy?" Rachel and Kirsty cried.