Chapter 4: FaceTo Face
Inside the silent room of Nazia's, fast galloping could be heard. But this didn't wake her up, as the heavy sleeper she is, remained still in her bed.
Then all of a sudden Isle's loud cry burst out again as he rose up on his two hind legs, thumping the ground to wake her up. Hoping she's wake up on time he cried out louder until she did.
Nazia tossed and turned, trying to avoid the background noise that disturbed her. She couldn't take it no more as she jolted up in her bed with her bed sheets fallen to the floor as her wings spread open in a startled manner, Nazia rose to her feet and ran to the front door. Her white see through sleeping gown that reached to her ankles dragged to the floor as she rushed to the door. Her nervous breathing in wondering what it was that stood outside, she peeped through her window to see the four- legged creature crying out loud. Nazia knew she he wouldn't stop this racket until she showed herself. Slowly she opened the door near her, to see the horse staring at her with his beady dark eyes it snuffled in pointing his nose in the direction of where his master is.
Confused as the fairy seemed, she followed the white horse. Something made her ponder that someone was hurt as Nazia walked a bit faster, in motion with the horse and pretty soon the two began to run side by side. She hated running, but her intentions told her someone or something needed her help as she saw the horse slow down, so did she and soon they stopped just beside the prince, with Nazia standing behind the horse. Not realising what it was until Isle moved to the side and revealed a lifeless prince.
Nazia, shocked of the sight of the prince, gasped out loud and jumped back behind the horse, hiding herself in case it was a villager. Knowing as an outcast like herself, she is forbidden to speak or even see her own kind. She waited for a while until the horse nudged her out to him. What to think was the question in her mind. As her eyes would not calm down, of the sight of seeing blood. Blood that she once feared and would never see again. Kneeling down to him, she saw the cut within his shoulder and regained her confidence in ripping a piece of her gown, around his shoulder as the blood still gushed out rapidly. Wrapping the cloth around him, she stared at his wounded face to wonder who this was, in noticing he wasn't a fairy, or an insect. This made her unsure of what to do if he woke up as the horse behind her, started eating.
Finishing off the last bit of bandage, she just let the prince lay there until she had an idea of how to carry him home with her. The blood hadn't stopped, but the interfere of not able to carry him was the problem. Looking around she spotted the horse and grabbed him by the reins. This took all of her strength as this limply body of the prince, was too relaxed and wouldn't budge, making it difficult for her to place the prince on the back of the horse.
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Morning had quickly arisen as the warmth of summer of the sunlight beamed through Nazia's bedroom, laid the prince tightly wrapped in a blaket. His shoulder had been bandaged properly as the cloth she used was hung on the bedside, with the remaining bloodstains. It looked as if a snake had bitten him, Nazia wrapped his arm tightly around a stick and had his arm straight so that his shoulder wouldn't move during the night. Although, he seemed lifeless he still breathed and with that she left him alone to do her duties in guarding the flower forestry.
The beams of light shone onto the prince's eyes, making him squint and wrinkling back his nose in feeling the heat, he instantly sat up with a shocked expression on his face.
"What the! I'm not dead." He said, sarcastically shaking his ruffled head about and looked over himself in confusion at the bandage he was given.
"This person sure didn't want to see the sight of blood, that's for sure! Ha-ha-ha!! You can't even see the blood stains from last night..."
He paused, looking across to see a ripped piece of material was hung on the bedside with the bloodstains.
"Oh, there's my blood! I gotta thank whoever did this to me."
Tristen said getting out of bed still in his clothes from last night, thinking the carer didn't do anything too rational. Stepping over the pillows in her room, his eyes turned up to see so many and in only red and black. The prince looked around and noticed the white cloth on the bedside similar to the gown that was over the door, and the fairy dust left on the floor had shined through the sunlight, leading to outside he picked up his sword and gun and headed along the trail of dust would lead him to his carer.
"This has to be a girl...a strange girl to be correct! She looks as if she's not human!" He said not knowing that he was right. At a steady pace the prince had followed the trail, and noticed his horse too who had started the trail of following her to the garden.
At the last spec of dust, the prince had stopped. The search was over as frantically he looked everywhere, from treetops to the ground.
"Hello? Miss! I'm feeling better now, thanks for your help!" He said all around him. "Isle! Move it! Where are you? Huh?"
Jolted the prince as gazing down to the flowerbed, laid Nazia stretched out sleeping. Her wings folded in this time with her sleeping face still peaceful as she smiled sleeping. This gave the prince a sudden chill to see someone sleeping in a lightweight outfit and bare feet.
Kneeling down to her, he wondered if she was just sleeping by the calm expression made her looks dead. Her olive skin she had wasn't at all like his, compared to the prince's pale skin that he had spent indoors all the time, whilst at evening he would roam about to never catch the sun rays. His intensive breathing hummed over Nazia's face, making her flutter her eyes open to see his face close up to hers.
"Huh?" The prince said grating his teeth together, feeling a tad blushed at the woken girl.
Nazia suddenly went wide-eyed at the closeness between the two and rolled along to the side to quickly jump up. She had been shaken too fast as her hands held in a fighting stance, with her legs in readiness. Her wings flung open wide, as she gave him a stare down.
"Hey! It's okay. I just want to say..." He said pausing, gazing at her wings behind her. "You're a fairy? Oh, I didn't know." He said calmly and began to stand there openly.
"Anyway. Thanks for helping me back to health. I didn't expect my wounds to heal that fast, so I'm guessing you know healing techniques?" Said a talkative prince. Nazia never heard so much talking from one person under a short time. Nazia noticed he was carrying his sword and gun, which made her more aware to her actions. The prince saw this and stared down at himself.
"Yes, I'm a gunman, and a swordsman." He said, as she started running off behind a tree near by.
"hey! No, I didn't mean it like that!! Come back, I'm not going to kill you!"
Nazia's wings bounced up and down as she ran up against the tree nearest to her, remembering she has a job in guarding the roses, she didn't go far.
Inside the silent room of Nazia's, fast galloping could be heard. But this didn't wake her up, as the heavy sleeper she is, remained still in her bed.
Then all of a sudden Isle's loud cry burst out again as he rose up on his two hind legs, thumping the ground to wake her up. Hoping she's wake up on time he cried out louder until she did.
Nazia tossed and turned, trying to avoid the background noise that disturbed her. She couldn't take it no more as she jolted up in her bed with her bed sheets fallen to the floor as her wings spread open in a startled manner, Nazia rose to her feet and ran to the front door. Her white see through sleeping gown that reached to her ankles dragged to the floor as she rushed to the door. Her nervous breathing in wondering what it was that stood outside, she peeped through her window to see the four- legged creature crying out loud. Nazia knew she he wouldn't stop this racket until she showed herself. Slowly she opened the door near her, to see the horse staring at her with his beady dark eyes it snuffled in pointing his nose in the direction of where his master is.
Confused as the fairy seemed, she followed the white horse. Something made her ponder that someone was hurt as Nazia walked a bit faster, in motion with the horse and pretty soon the two began to run side by side. She hated running, but her intentions told her someone or something needed her help as she saw the horse slow down, so did she and soon they stopped just beside the prince, with Nazia standing behind the horse. Not realising what it was until Isle moved to the side and revealed a lifeless prince.
Nazia, shocked of the sight of the prince, gasped out loud and jumped back behind the horse, hiding herself in case it was a villager. Knowing as an outcast like herself, she is forbidden to speak or even see her own kind. She waited for a while until the horse nudged her out to him. What to think was the question in her mind. As her eyes would not calm down, of the sight of seeing blood. Blood that she once feared and would never see again. Kneeling down to him, she saw the cut within his shoulder and regained her confidence in ripping a piece of her gown, around his shoulder as the blood still gushed out rapidly. Wrapping the cloth around him, she stared at his wounded face to wonder who this was, in noticing he wasn't a fairy, or an insect. This made her unsure of what to do if he woke up as the horse behind her, started eating.
Finishing off the last bit of bandage, she just let the prince lay there until she had an idea of how to carry him home with her. The blood hadn't stopped, but the interfere of not able to carry him was the problem. Looking around she spotted the horse and grabbed him by the reins. This took all of her strength as this limply body of the prince, was too relaxed and wouldn't budge, making it difficult for her to place the prince on the back of the horse.
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Morning had quickly arisen as the warmth of summer of the sunlight beamed through Nazia's bedroom, laid the prince tightly wrapped in a blaket. His shoulder had been bandaged properly as the cloth she used was hung on the bedside, with the remaining bloodstains. It looked as if a snake had bitten him, Nazia wrapped his arm tightly around a stick and had his arm straight so that his shoulder wouldn't move during the night. Although, he seemed lifeless he still breathed and with that she left him alone to do her duties in guarding the flower forestry.
The beams of light shone onto the prince's eyes, making him squint and wrinkling back his nose in feeling the heat, he instantly sat up with a shocked expression on his face.
"What the! I'm not dead." He said, sarcastically shaking his ruffled head about and looked over himself in confusion at the bandage he was given.
"This person sure didn't want to see the sight of blood, that's for sure! Ha-ha-ha!! You can't even see the blood stains from last night..."
He paused, looking across to see a ripped piece of material was hung on the bedside with the bloodstains.
"Oh, there's my blood! I gotta thank whoever did this to me."
Tristen said getting out of bed still in his clothes from last night, thinking the carer didn't do anything too rational. Stepping over the pillows in her room, his eyes turned up to see so many and in only red and black. The prince looked around and noticed the white cloth on the bedside similar to the gown that was over the door, and the fairy dust left on the floor had shined through the sunlight, leading to outside he picked up his sword and gun and headed along the trail of dust would lead him to his carer.
"This has to be a girl...a strange girl to be correct! She looks as if she's not human!" He said not knowing that he was right. At a steady pace the prince had followed the trail, and noticed his horse too who had started the trail of following her to the garden.
At the last spec of dust, the prince had stopped. The search was over as frantically he looked everywhere, from treetops to the ground.
"Hello? Miss! I'm feeling better now, thanks for your help!" He said all around him. "Isle! Move it! Where are you? Huh?"
Jolted the prince as gazing down to the flowerbed, laid Nazia stretched out sleeping. Her wings folded in this time with her sleeping face still peaceful as she smiled sleeping. This gave the prince a sudden chill to see someone sleeping in a lightweight outfit and bare feet.
Kneeling down to her, he wondered if she was just sleeping by the calm expression made her looks dead. Her olive skin she had wasn't at all like his, compared to the prince's pale skin that he had spent indoors all the time, whilst at evening he would roam about to never catch the sun rays. His intensive breathing hummed over Nazia's face, making her flutter her eyes open to see his face close up to hers.
"Huh?" The prince said grating his teeth together, feeling a tad blushed at the woken girl.
Nazia suddenly went wide-eyed at the closeness between the two and rolled along to the side to quickly jump up. She had been shaken too fast as her hands held in a fighting stance, with her legs in readiness. Her wings flung open wide, as she gave him a stare down.
"Hey! It's okay. I just want to say..." He said pausing, gazing at her wings behind her. "You're a fairy? Oh, I didn't know." He said calmly and began to stand there openly.
"Anyway. Thanks for helping me back to health. I didn't expect my wounds to heal that fast, so I'm guessing you know healing techniques?" Said a talkative prince. Nazia never heard so much talking from one person under a short time. Nazia noticed he was carrying his sword and gun, which made her more aware to her actions. The prince saw this and stared down at himself.
"Yes, I'm a gunman, and a swordsman." He said, as she started running off behind a tree near by.
"hey! No, I didn't mean it like that!! Come back, I'm not going to kill you!"
Nazia's wings bounced up and down as she ran up against the tree nearest to her, remembering she has a job in guarding the roses, she didn't go far.