"Edward!" I shout, racing towards him as he raises the knife at the unicorn, "Don't!"
My side collides with him as he is about to strike the animal but my sudden weight puts him off and he falls to the ground underneath me.
His eyes are wide, anger running through them when he sees I am to blame for scaring the unicorn away.
At the sound of my yell, it had bolted off with a high pitched squeal, disappearing into the undergrowth.
"What are you doing?" He asks, shoving me off him with strong arms and a gruff voice.
I land hard, my back pressing up against a bush with my legs sprawled out beneath me. But I'm too frustrated at Edward to care about my appearance.
"Protecting an innocent creature that you were about to slaughter!"
"Innocent?" He asks.
I nod sharply, noting how we both have dirt covering our clothes.
"Wendy, you don't understand," he whispers, his head dropping in defeat.
"No, I do not understand," I breathe back, "I have so many questions for you. Who are your parents and why do you hate magic so much? What has it ever done to you?"
There's a gap of silence, the chirping of the birds filling it in while I stare at a very stiff boy who's knuckles are clenched. Suddenly, breaking the gap, Edward whips his face up.
His eyes are more harsh than I've ever seen, there's even a slight hint of tears starting to swell at his eyelids. I have never seen him so angry before that it scares a bit of me.
"You want to know where my parents are?" He snarls, jumping up to his feet, "and why I hate magic?"
Even through his rage, he still politely offer my hand so I can stand. I take it and quickly regain my stance.
"They did it Wendy," he grits through grinding teeth, "a day in the summer, my parents were here in the gardens, minding their own business. Then a pack of angry centaurs comes stampeding through. They didn't care to avoid hitting my parents, their hooves stomping all over them."
I can only imagine the angry magical beasts.
Though Edward must understand that Centaurs are very short-minded and straight-forward creatures. They don't care who they stamped through. It is the common response to get out of the way when you see them coming.
"They died that day. Killed by magical creatures." He says, "and that's why I hate them."
He starts moving again, his right hand trailing through his hair once to try and calm his anger. But I'm not done with him yet.
"You are telling me that because of one accident, you don't care for magic and kill it on sight?" I ask, trailing after him.
"They deserve it!" He snaps, his feet stopping and his eyes finding mine again. "They didn't care when they killed my parents."
"You didn't care when you were going to kill the baby unicorn!" I shout, rage starting to build inside me now.
"They killed my parents." He repeats.
"And humans have killed thousands of them! What happened to their feelings Edward! What happened to their families!"
My skin is starting to boil with the growing anger, my passion for all the helpless magical creatures starting to show. But Edward needs to look past his parents' death and see the slaughter that is happening to magic.
"There are probably millions of creatures out there who's parents were killed by humans. I mean, that baby unicorn...where were it's parents?" I say in a tired voice, the shouting that just took place taking away all of my energy.
Edward doesn't say anything, just avoids all eye contact and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks wounded, like someone has never really told him that he can relate to the beings he hates so much.
"Edward," I whisper, tears dripping down my cheeks, "where are it's parents?"
He sighs, rubbing his temple with his shaking fingers.
And then he does something that I never saw coming.
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"Leave."
His harsh voice echoes in my mind, the words at first not making any sense to me.
What does he mean leave?
Is he really asking me to go away and defend for myself out in this strange world?
"Didn't you hear me?" He asks in a louder voice, interrupting my thoughts, "LEAVE!"
"Edward..." I whimper out, my bottom lip quivering.
"Leave now," he snarls, taking a step forward and peering into my soul, "and never come back."
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