Darkness that had once fallen upon the cold land. All but one hobbit seemed to be asleep. The midnight hour had come and gone. But the sun was still hours from rising.
Diamond Took was sitting in her dully lit kitchen. She was holding a small bundle. The bundle was that of her son and he was crying. Faramir was his name. Pippin had named him.
A bowl had been set on the table before them. A small silver spoon was held in Diamond hand. She took a deep breath and looked down. A small part of her wanted to give up. She wanted to run away from the Shire and live on her own.
She knew that there was always the option of giving Faramir away. But that option hurt her more then anything she had ever felt.
She knew that she could not give up on him. But yet she could not help thinking that she was the only one going though this. Faramir was still crying. Diamond took a deep breath as she placed the spoon back in the bowl.
"I guess I'm not the only one" she thought.
Diamond then got up from her chair and walked out of the room. The bedroom door was then pushed opened. The warmth seemed to seep out as Diamond walked over to the cot.
She placed her crying son back inside and tucked him in. But this did not stop him from crying any less. Diamond took a deep breath as she walked away from the wooden cot.
Her eyes then met the window. Somewhere in the dark blanket of night, her puppy was. Diamond stood there. The more she did, the more she felt pain in her heart.
She then got back into bed and drew the covers over her again. The bed was larger without Pippin there. Diamond missed him dearly. But she couldn't bear him being there.
The feeling of being tired did not come back to her. It seemed her brain was now too active to let sleep come to her. for moments at a time, she closed her eyes. But something made her open them again.
The ticking of the clock seemed to radiate all around the room. the level of darkness outside seemed to slowly grow as another day had started.
Diamond seemed to slip slowly into an uncomfortable sleep. There were no dreams tonight. Birds started to sing as the blueness rose in the east. The silhouettes of trees and hills were black against the calming blue sky. The clouds seemed to take on colours of all sorts.
Deep purple, steel gray. Some with hints of light orange and pink tinges. These colours slowly changed as the blueness seemed to take a hold of the darkness.
The darkness set in the west as the sun rose in the east. Bird had started to sing again as the day grew brighter. The creatures of the night went back to their dens.
Only their tracks were the only evidence of their existence.
Diamond slowly opened her eyes. For a few seconds, she wondered what had happened. But then I came to her.
"I must have fallen asleep" she said.
But the tiredness was not fully taken away. A strange feeling then wrapped around her heart. She looked down at the floor and saw Origo's empty bed. His toy turkey was laying all by itself.
She took a sad sigh and looked away. Faramir was still asleep as hunger got to Diamond.
"Maybe I can just go for a bite to eat" she said.
The duvet was then taken off. The coldness of the air got to Diamond. Hunger could wait as the fire was eyed upon. There were a small metal basket of chopped wood. Diamond placed some of the logs into the hot embers. For a few minutes, all she did was looking into the growing fire. The crackling of the fire seemed to echo around the larger room.
Diamond looked away from the hot fire. The level of light was defiantly rising. Diamond was not the only one that was now up. Estella Bolger was awake now. Her room was much warmer then normal. The hobbit was standing at the window. Today was going to be a very trying day for her.
The door behind her slowly opened. Estella's gaze was then broken as she looked around. it was her mother. The two of them looked alike.
The door was closed behind her. Estella took a deep breath.
"Are you feeling alright?" Rosamunda asked.
Her words echoed around the quiet room. The words echoed around Estella's head.
"I…"
But the words did not seem to describe how she was truly feeling. Her mother seemed to pick up on her wordlessness hurt.
"It'll be alright" Rosamunda told her.
Their eyes met. The feeling in Estella's heart seemed to melt into another. But the second feeling was one of comfort. There was comfort in her mother's look that Estella had not felt for a very long time.
Rosamunda had been getting lunch ready in the kitchen when the large round front door opened and then closed again. The smell of chicken had spread to nearly every corner of the house.
Estella was much younger and shorter then she was in the present. Her hair was still brown and curly, but still at the same length.
Rosamunda looked around.
"Estella?" she asked, holding a prong in one hand and a cutting knife in the other.
Estella seemed to be crying and holding her knee.
"I fell over" she said in a sad voice.
Rosamunda took a deep breath and placed the knife and prong on the work top.
"Alright, sit down dear" she said, wiping her hands on her white apron.
Estella limped over to the seat and sat down. Rosamunda walked over to her daughter. Rosamunda bend down. She saw a small graze on Estella's knee.
Just then, another hobbit came into the room. He was younger then both Rosamunda and Estella. His name was Fredegar and he had not changed a bit. He was still as big as he was. Maybe bigger now that he had gotten older.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at his older sister sitting on the chair.
"Nothing dear" his mother answered.
Hunger was on Fredegar's mind now. He eyed the half cut chicken sitting in a trey on the worktop. A plate had been set out and a pile of cut chicken near by.
"That is for your lunch" Rosamunda told him.
Fredegar looked away and mumbled something under his breath.
"Pardon?" his mother asked, getting a bowl out from the cupboard.
"Nothing" he said, knowing what trouble he could be in if he told her.
Rosamunda walked over to the sink and turned the tap on. The bowl started to fill with cool, clear water. Fredegar had now left the room again. he headed back down to the corridor to his room. The large door had been left ajar. He looked back down the corridor one more time and closed it behind him. Back in the kitchen, Rosamunda dabbed a dry cloth into the clear water. she gave her daughter a warm smile as she dabbed the cloth on the water. Estella screwed her face, but did not complain. It took a few minutes for Rosamunda to clean Estella's small graze.
Fredegar was kneeling on the floor. His ears were very sharp. His heart was racing as he reached under his bed. A small box was grabbed and slid out.
Unlike the other boxes, there was no dust on this one. A smile came over his face as he opened the box. Inside, there were packets of chocolate. Fredegar picked a pack up and placed it on the bed.
"I better get some more" he thought, looking into the wooden box.
The lid was closed and the box placed back where he hid it.
But that was many years ago now. Fredegar had not come out of his room for a while now. But that did not mean that he had not eaten. The last time that he had had been the day before. an empty plate had been left on his bed side table.
A door down the corridor opened and quietly closed. Foot steps came down the hall way. Fredegar knew exactly who it was but did not moved from the bed.
Emotion was high in the electricity of the air today. For today was not just any ordinary day. Today was the day that Odovacar would be buried. Rosamunda was now on the other side of the door. She placed her hand on the door. But she did not open it right away.
Fredegar knew that any second, his mother would come in. The door gave a small click as it opened. Fredegar's room was dark and cold. The large figure of her son was laying on the bed.
The door was closed behind her. She took a deep breath as her eyes slipped around the room. her eyes then came across the empty plate. She gave a small smile, knowing that Fredegar was coming around.
"Good morning" she said, looking at her son.
But there was no answer. Between them, the two of them knew the other's feelings. Rosamunda looked down. There was a rug underneath the bed. Her feet touched it as she walked nearer to it.
Rosamunda knew how hard her son was taking it.
"Your father's funeral is this afternoon" Rosamunda said.
But once again, she was ignored. Fredegar took a deep breath. Lots of things were buzzing in his head. Many questions and arguments were circulating around his head.
"Are you going to come?" his mother asked.
Fredegar suddenly sat up on his bed and looked at his mother. His eyes were red and a tear was running down the side of his cheek. His looked seemed to say a million words.
Rosamunda's heart melted. She walked over and sat on the bed.
"Come here" she said, sitting on the bed and throwing her arms around him.
Emotions spilled out of the both of them as they sat there.
"I'm sorry" Fredegar whispered.
Many different emotions were spilling out of him. Tears were now coming from both of the hobbits.
"I'm sorry for everything" he said.
Rosamunda was breathing heavily as she drew back and looked at her son.
"Sorry?" she asked, not understanding what her son meant.
A tear ran down the chubby cheek of the hobbit.
"What do you mean?" Rosamunda asked.
In households around Hobbiton, the day started like any other. Rosie Gamgee had been up now since first light. She had more then the usual amount of children. A yawn came over her as she walked down the hall way. There was a massive pile of dirty clothes. She made her way down the corridor. The house was much busier then normal.
A door was approached. It was closed unlike the others. Rosie bundled all of clothes into the one arm and opened the door. On the other side of the door was a warm room. There was a bed in the middle of the room. Light was flicking from the candles or flooding in from the small round window.
"Elanor dear, I need your dirty things" Rosie said, standing at the door way.
Elanor had already gotten up and was already dressed. She was laying on the bed, holding her wooden horse. She was spinning the beads around his neck.
"Alright" she said, taking a deep breath.
Tiredness was getting to her again as she sat up. The fire was raging in the heath as the young girl placed her horse back on the small bed side table.
She got off of her bed and walked over to a small chair. There were clothes laying over the back. Elanor picked them all up. She yawned as she walked towards the door. She opened it and went out.
The house was noisy now. Everyone seemed to be up as Elanor made her way down to the kitchen.
"Ah!" she said, feeling a sudden sharp pain come from her foot.
She hopped and looked down. A small toy had been left in the middle of the corridor from the night before. Elanor looked down at the soul of her foot. But there were no marks there. The pain seemed only to last for a few seconds. Elanor then started on her small walk to the kitchen again.
There was a lot of movement and chaos in the kitchen. A large pile of clothes had been put near the door.
"Should I just put them here?" Elanor asked.
Rosie looked around.
"Yes dear" she answered as she placed the pile of empty plates at the side of the sink.
Frodo, their second oldest, was still sleeping. His dirty and used clothes had been taken out for him. His dreams had been very different over the past few days. They were darker and colder then his normal ones. For he had seen a creature that had only been written of and seen by two others for many miles around.
Ents.
"Would you help me get home?" he asked, playing his last card with the Ent.
The Ent towered above the small boy. Frodo was shivering with fright and coldness, although the initial fright was now dying down, there was still a bit left.
"Get home?" said the tree.
Clogs seemed to be turning in its head.
"I can not say I know where you live" it said.
It was true, Frodo did not know where he lived from where he was, so why would the tree?
Frodo took a deep breath and looked around. Nothing seemed familiar about this place. He had been walking since lunch and had nothing to eat or drink since then.
"Could you try and help me?" he asked, looking around.
"I came from that way" he pointed.
The Ents old eyes peered though the darkness. Snowflakes were still falling as Frodo stood there.
"Well" said the Ent, thinking deeply.
"I was not going that way" it said.
Frodo needed all the help he could get at that time. But the Ent was refusing.
"Please? I want to go home"
But the Ent seemed now only to ignore him. Frodo watched as its large leg rose and swung right over his head. Its wooden leg seemed much bigger then he was. Frodo felt a few pieces of soil falling on his hair as he watched the tree walking away.
"Are you going to help me?" Frodo asked, looking at the tree.
The tall figure seemed to blend in with the other trees now as it moved off. Frodo was too cold and numb to move after the tree.
The door to his room opened. Samwise Gamgee walked in, carrying a plate. He smiled as he saw his son still sleeping.
"Frodo-lad?" he asked as he walked to the bed.
Frodo's sleep was then taken away from him as he awoke. He opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure standing over him.
"Alright" he groaned.
Samwise gave a small smile and walked out again. but tiredness got him as his eyes closed. But the dreams did not come back to him. instead, his father came back.
"Frodo, get up now"
To Frodo, his father had come back quickly. But to Sam, he had been away for nearly an hour. Frodo groaned. Now he was fully awake. Sounds started to echo down the hall way, disturbing Frodo even more.
His mother could be heard from the kitchen. But her words were muffled and unrecognisable to his ears.
"I guess I should get up" he told himself, yawning.
The day outside was pouring though the window as the young boy got out of bed. He rubbed his eye as he made his way to the door. He pulled it open, it having been left ajar by his father.
The smell of bacon hit his nose. A small smile came over the boy. He knew how much he had his siblings meant to Rosie. But how much, none of the knew. The sounds of his younger siblings echoed down the hall way.
"Give it here Merry!" said the voice of his only older sibling, Elanor.
As he entered the room, he saw his older sister and younger brother before him. Elanor was standing near a large pile of washing that Rosie would do later that day.
Elanor had grabbed the other end of the sheet and pulled. Thinking it a game, Merry pulled as well and laughed.
"No Merry!" Elanor said, pulling even harder back.
The next second, a strange sound came from the sheet. A ripping sound. Elanor gasped as a large rip had gone nearly half way though the sheet.
"Oh no" Elanor said, knowing what could happen.
Both of her parents were busy with other things.
"What shall I do?" she asked, looking around.
It was then she saw her younger brother standing there. The trouble had just gotten worse. But neither of them said anything.
"I have to hide it" Elanor thought.
So, she grabbed picked up the ripped sheet and quickly walked out of the room. Frodo continued to stand there, he gave a small smile to himself as he went to his seat. He knew that, what ever Elanor had done, she did not wanted their parents finding out about it.
Frodo sat on his own seat and smiled. There were still lots of pieces of toast. He grabbed a few and placed them on his plate. A large slab of creamy butter lay near by. A silver knife had been stabbed into the butter.
Frodo took the knife out, scrapped up a bit of butter and then started to spread it on his toast. Rosie then came into the room again.
"Good morning dear" she said, walking over to Frodo and giving him a big hug and kiss.
"Oh mum" he said, brushing her off.
The boy continued with his spread the butter thickly onto the warm toast. Frodo's other siblings had already started playing. A door closed down the corridor. Elanor had successfully hidden the ripped sheet. But that did not mean her troubles were over. In fact, they were just beginning as her mother walked into the kitchen. Elanor stopped in the hall way, knowing exactly what she was going to get.
Rosie picked up the dirty sheets and walked out again.
"Do you need any help?" a voice asked as Rosie walked out of the room.
Elanor was standing there, a smile across her face. Rosie smiled as well.
"No dear, I can manage" she answered as she looked back.
She then walked on a way, down towards the room that was interlay devoted to washing. This room was used only once a week. Rosie opened the door and walked in. A large, dry tub was standing in the middle of the room. There was a large wooden paddle. Rosie took a deep breath as she placed the washing on the floor. Elanor was just outside the door. She was watching her mother as she went over to the heath and started to make the fire bigger.
Elanor knew that, one way or another, her mother would find out, sooner or later. The fire was now being stocked up. The flames were now growing bigger as Rosie walked out of the room.
Elanor scooted to her room just in time as her mother came out of the room. Rosie was carrying a kettle to the kitchen. She walked in and placed it by the sink. Rosie turned the tap on and placed her finger under the torrent now coming out.
Rosie took a deep breath as she picked up the kettle. She placed it under the stream. The water started to slowly fill up the kettle. The weight of the kettle grew and grew.
After about a minute, the tap was turned off. Rosie knew that it would take many more water filled kettles to fill the barrel. Rosie walked back to large washing tub. But she did not pour the water into the tub. Instead, she placed it on the metal hook that was placed on the brick arch over the fire.
Rosie smiled as the flames were now big enough to heat the water up to the temperature that Rosie wanted. Rosie then occupied herself as the water heated.
All hobbits were awake now. even a tired Pippin was up. He was in the kitchen. Pippin had eaten what he wanted. Eight pieces of toast and two bacon sandwiches.
A lot of things were rushing around his head. Diamond being the on his mind the most.
"Maybe another letter would be good" he thought as he picked up his mug.
His mind instantly started to tick. A smile came over his face as he downed the last of his ale. His seat scrapped as he got up and walked out of the room.
Merry was nowhere to be seen as he walked down the hall way to the study. But Pippin curiosity was quickly answered as the door was opened.
Merry was yet again at his writing desk. A quill was held in his hand and a scratching sound came from the piece of paper. Merry seemed to finish his sentence and look around.
"I'm glad to see you up" Merry said.
The two of them smiled.
"I need to borrow some parchment" Pippin told him.
Merry took a deep breath. But instead of getting just a single bit of parchment, he reached under the writing desk. He draw out a few books.
"Here" he said, handing Pippin one.
Pippin was confused.
"So you'll wont have to ask for a while" Merry told him.
Pippin smiled, taking a quill and an ink pot. It was much more then he had hoped for. Merry smiled and turned back to his work. Pippin turned the other way. The door was closed again as Pippin smiled.
Pip flicked though the pages. All were wordless and clean. Ideas had now started circling his head as he walked back to the kitchen. The book was placed on the table as Pippin sat at the table.
"Right" he said, opening the book again.
The pages were blank, like a canvas ready to create a beautiful painting. But that was not what Pippin wanted the paper for. In fact, he was going to create a very different picture.
The night had been a hard one on both Origo and Abira. Abira's friendship and loyalty had been ripped apart. But the two puppies were not alone in their quest. A small fluttering creature had come with them.
"I'll look in this one" Ivy said, fluttering before them.
The night was very cold on the puppies as they walked forward. The cold wind made both of them lower their heads as the wind tried to push them back. Flakes were falling from the sky, seemingly slowly them down even more.
Near by, a fox hole lay in the snow. The darkness only gave up its location due to the snow. Ivy landed neat by to the entrance and waited for the pup to come.
"Wait here" Ivy said.
Origo was whimpering. He did not like the coldness one little bit. Abira's small brown eyes looked over at him. There was a sense that Origo and Abira did not belong together. After thousands of years, this was the only time Abira felt distant from him.
The small green fairy fluttered down into the dark den. Her wings stopped fluttering as she landed on the soft soil. Drips of cold water fell from the low ceiling. Roots and twigs stuck out of the sticky mud as Ivy made her way downwards.
The wind whistled over head as Ivy came to what seemed a small chamber. She slowly poked her head around. her green glow fell on no beasts. Just more soil.
She took a deep breath, relived that no foxes or in fact no other beasties were there. The only evidence that foxes had ever called this home was the strands of fur that had been left in small bundles.
But this was not the only chamber that Ivy had to check. There was one more deeper down in the mud. Abira and Origo were shivering as they stood there. Origo seemed to be suffering the most.
"It'll be alright" whined a cold Abira.
Her fur was wet and sticking to her. but there was no answer from Origo. Tension arose around them as they waited. It took a few more minutes before Ivy came out again.
"Alright you two, it'll do for now" she said.
Origo walked forward, but stopped. He did not like the darkness that lay before him.
"Are you sure its safe?" he asked, looking a little bit concerned.
Ivy took a deep breath and fluttered by him.
"Very sure puppy" she answered.
Abira watched them. She knew that it was meant to be her that was comforting Origo at this time. But it was not. To Origo, she was just another puppy. Every detail and memory that Origo had ever had had been forgotten.
Origo then ducked his head and walked into the den. There was no light here as Ivy was the second one in.
"Its scary, I cant see" Origo whimpered as came out again.
He shook himself off, dirt flew off. Ivy took a deep breath. She knew that she was the only light source.
"Alright, I'll go first" she said, fluttering to the entrance.
The green light glinted in both Origo's and Abira's eyes. Abira knew that she would have to wait for Origo to go first.
"Come on" the fairy said as she went deeper into the den.
The light seemed to help a lot as Origo went after. Abira walked to the edge of den. She could not see the light anymore. But she could still hear Ivy talking to Origo.
"Wait here while I get Abira"
Abira looked around. She knew that Origo would not like her being there. The darkness of night seemed to go on for ever. The light of the fairy grew as she came out again.
"Alright, come on" she said.
But Abira just stood there. She did not move from her spot.
"He doesn't want me around" Abira told Ivy.
Ivy looked back, she was on the edge of the tunnel. She looked back at the puppy, knowing how hard she would find it.
"It'll be alright, we'll get to Radagast and he'll be able to sort Origo out" Ivy told her.
Abira knew that Radagast was the only being who could fix her Origo. Ivy smiled and went back to the tunnel Abira slowly followed, finding a bit of hope in what Ivy had said.
The green glow of the fairy made it much easier to see where they were going. Ivy stopped as she reached the chamber that Origo was in. Origo, who had been resting his head on his paws, lifted his head up.
Abira came around the corner. This was the one creature that Origo did not want to see. Low growling came from the pup as he saw her.
Abira back away, out of view.
"Origo, that wasn't very nice" Ivy said, fluttering in.
"But why is she here?" Origo asked the fairy, his eyes darting to the entrance of the chamber.
"She's here to help you" Ivy told him.
Origo didn't not understand. Abira was still standing outside of the chamber, taking in every word that was said. She sunk to her lowest feeling that she had ever felt. She loved her Origo deeply. She had even helped him when he needed it most.
But now, everything seemed to have flown out of the window.
"I don't need her help" Origo told Ivy, his eyes darting towards the entrance to the chamber.
Abira was hurting more then anyone knew. Origo seemed to be against her.
"Yes you do pup, she loves you more then anything" Ivy said.
But the words did not seem to have any effect on him. Hope was slowly fading away as Origo rejected Abira more and more times.
"Please pup, just think about it" Ivy said, coming out of the chamber.
Ivy's light fell on the whimpering puppy. Ivy stopped and looked at her. Abi was suffering for reasons that did not involve her.
"Come on, there's another chamber just there" she said.
Abira got up and followed the fairy into the second chamber. This one was a little deeper in the one Origo was in. The sound of the whistling wind had died down, but the coldness seemed onto to get worse.
"I know how you feel" Ivy said.
Abira was confused.
"How?" she asked, whimpering as she laid her head on her paws.
Ivy knew that Abira did not have the full story yet. To the fairy, now was a better time then ever to tell her side of the story.
"Well" Ivy said, taking a deep breath.
"To put it simply, it was my fault"
Abira slowly raised her head from her paws, wanting more of the story.
"Your fault?" she asked, her eyes focused on the small fairy.
Ivy nodded, replaying the events in her head.
"It happened yesterday morning" she started.
"I was sitting on the table in the kitchen waiting for him to come in. and he did. Normally I would just flutter down to him. But this day was different. He did not notice me sitting on the table. So, I slowly fluttered down to him"
There was a split second of silence as Ivy let it sink in.
"So, I fluttered to within inches of him. But he still did not notice me. So, I grabbed his fur. But I did not realise that he would have the reaction that he had. He yelped and ran. But the thing is, I did not let go. For a few seconds, it was still a joke. A joke that went out of hand quicker then I could ever have imagined"
The loud bang echoed around her head.
"Bang" she said, looking down at the floor.
The last words hung on the silence.
"He hit the cupboard door. The pup gave a small yelp and…"
There was a strange silence.
"And he just" Abira said, not quite understanding what Ivy was on about.
"Lost his memory?" she asked.
Ivy gave a small nod of her head, but did not make eye contact. Abira felt a strange sense run over her. it seemed to slowly erupt from the depth of her heart.
"You're the one who made him run into the cupboard" Abira said.
Ivy noticed a change tone to Abira's words. She slowly raised her head.
"You're the reason why he can not remember me. You're the reason why I am away from my Pimpernel"
Abira slowly got up. The tension of the small chamber rose quicker then anything. Ivy backed away, feeling a little bit scared.
"Yes, Abira, it was all my fault" she said.
A small bit of fear was evident in her voice.
"You're the reason all this has happened. Ever since you came here, ever since you met my Origo, all you have done is destroy him"
Within the second, Abira pounced at the fairy. But Ivy seemed to vanish in an instant. Abira growled as she looked around for the fairy.
"That was not very nice!" a voice said behind her.
Abira spun and looked as the greenness fell again. anger was rushing though Abira's veins harder then at any other time in her life.
Being curious, Origo got up and walked to the entrance of the chamber he was in. Abira then rushed past him, ignoring him completely. She was too busy trying to find the fairy as she went to the entrance of the den.
Abira made it out into the cold night. The wind seemed not be as cold as before. But there was still no sign of the green fairy.
Deep down in the den, Ivy popped up from the floor of the den. There was no sign of Ivy anywhere. In fact, she was back down, near Origo.
"Maybe I should go and talk to her" Ivy told Origo as she looked down the small tunnel to the surface.
Origo yawned as he rested his head on his little paws. He was still cold and tired as he lay there. Ivy took a deep breath. She knew exactly what to do.
Origo raised his head.
"Where are you going?" Ori asked, too tired to move.
"Just stay there pup, I wont be long" Ivy said, extending her wings and fluttering off.
Origo yawned as he was left on his own. His eyes were not used to the dark and it was quite scary. He whimpered as he lay there.
"Ivy?" he whimpered.
But there was no sign of any light coming from anywhere. Origo whimpered as mug clung to his little paws.
"Ivy?" Origo barked.
But the wind was too loud for the little fairy to hear. In fact, she was fluttering high above the ground. Her eyes were scanning the small area around her. Abira seemed to have wondered off. But Ivy did not know that she was being watched by the very creature she was trying to find.
Abira poked her head around from the tree.
"Abira?" shouted Ivy as she fluttered.
Only her green light could be seen as she fluttered smoothly around. Abira was very angry and upset at what the fairy had told her. Ivy seemed to flutter down to the ground and wait.
Now was her chance. Abira, without another second being lost, took her chance. The puppy ran at Ivy as fast as she could. For a few paces, Ivy did not notice the large puppy coming towards her.
But that did not mean that Ivy did not see her coming. She turned just in time to see Abira running at full speed. Ivy started to flutter her wings as Abira was just inches away from her. The puppy snapped her jaws, thinking that she would catch the fairy. But I never happened. Ivy seemed to get out of the way of her jaws just in time.
Abira ran on a few paces before stopping.
"Abira, what are you…"
But her sentence was cut short as Abira went for her again. This time, Ivy stayed higher then she was this time. Abira was growling.
"Get away from Origo!" Abira told her.
Ivy took a deep breath. She knew that she had no right in being around. but Origo now trusted her and not Abira.
"Abira, I wish that I could walk away. But I'm in this situation too deeply now. I wish that it had been you that he had first seen. But this is the way it is and no one can change that!" Ivy shouted over the wind.
Origo had now found a way out as the other two talked. Ori's small, fluffy head came out of the fox den. The green light of Ivy hit the small pups eyes.
Abira had fallen silent. She knew that there was truth in her words. But that still did not make her any more happier in her situation.
Without warning, Origo sprinted and tackled Abira.
"No puppy!" Ivy shouted, fluttering around.
Neither Ivy nor Abira had ever seen Origo this angry. Abira tried fighting back, but Ori was too strong. He pinned Abira down and growled.
"Just go" he growled, baring his sharp teeth.
Abira looked into his eyes. There was no bond between them anymore. Ivy flutter down. She seemed the only one who could now control him.
