This chapter is very emotional! People could cry, I know when I told me uncle to read it, he cried lol. But please enjoy, and leave reviews lol. And make sure to check out my new story I'm writing about cowboys! Just check in my profile, and look under Stories. And make sure to try and read it, it is very good so far.
Woodleg kept on running further and further into the forest, slashing through wood and branches. He would swear every so often because of his scars getting scrapped and new blood trickling down his face and robe. He got to a large area where it was all dark and quiet. To quiet.
The Waylass Wood was always making sounds because of the animals and hunters killing the animals. He finally got his breath, and sat by a rock. He put his knife on his robe waist. A little sound came from behind him. He turned around quickly and saw Firewing.
"Oh. It's just you." He said spitting at the fairy.
"Get out of here you filthy piece of garbage." He yelled to her.
The fairy just flew there in mid air. She looked at him with a mad expression on her face. She started pulling his hair, and Woodleg fell over.
"That's it you filthy piece of crap. Get over here!" He yelled getting out his knife.
He started chasing the fairy deeper into the wood. The fairy was going faster and faster, but Woodleg was slower due to his accident.
"I will get you." He screamed.
For the first time in a while, he started to laugh. He looked at the fairy who was now looking like she was apologizing. She had smile on her face and her hands were folded together nicely.
"Oh come on. How could I resist?" Woodleg said getting up to hug the poor fairy.
Woodleg held her in his arms, and she started flying again in the air. She floated up into a large tree. She looked down at Woodleg as he looked up at her. Soon enough, Woodleg flicked his fingers and a fire grew. He threw the fireball in the air, and the fairy caught on fire. She didn't get burned or scared.
The redness of her skin color was protecting her from the fire. From a far, it looked like a tiny star flying high in the sky. It was glowing red and yellow. Firewing flew upside down and through the air. She looked happy.
The Waylass Wood lit up like a chimney. The fairy was bringing light into the world. People all over looked in the sky, and saw the light. They prayed, and laughed, and stared in awe. Firewing then flew back down into the Wood, and Woodleg caught her in his arms. By time she got into his arms, the fire went out.
"Nice show. Maybe next time you should've done a twist in the air." He said grinning.
The little fairy giggled, and laughed. They sat down by a rock, stared into the night sky.
"So Firewing. My son, Dustfinger, hates me. He doesn't even want a father. He said I was… an imposter." Woodleg said looking sad now.
Firewing looked angry. She wanted to say that Dustfinger wasn't being very fair. He should've at least got to know you.
"He didn't even want me in his life." Woodleg, in his whole life, started to drop a tear from his eye. He looked at Firewing, and back to the sky.
"I wish I could tell him I love him." He said with another tear.
Firewing got a really good idea. She went over to a tree, and took some fire-elf honey. She then motioned Woodleg to start a flame on the chemical. He started a flame, and it started to grow. The fairy took a big handful of the chemical, and put it on her feet and legs.
She then looked up in the sky, as did Woodleg. She jumped in the air, and headed for a piece of the sky.
"What are you doing?" Woodleg yelled to her.
She needed to plan in out carefully. She thought for a minute, and started to fly. She didn't just fly anywhere. She flew in a pattern, and the honey chemical left a fiery stain in the sky that glowed very bright. It also spelled something. From down below, Woodleg could clearly see the words writing in the sky. The writing Firewing wrote in the sky said:
Dustfinger, I will always love you.
Love, Woodleg.
From a distance, Dustfinger was sitting by a fire. Mo came rushing in from a bush.
"Dustfinger. Come quick." Mo said catching his breath.
They ran out into an open space, and Mo pointed to the sky. Dustfinger looked in the sky, and once for a long time, did he shed a tear.