Hello! Welcome to the second installment in this series! This time around the story is about an odd undead girl named May, and a very important moment in her one was very fun and it just kind of wrote itself. It's my favorite of the two so far.
So please, read, enjoy, and perhaps review.
~Trapped In Wonderland
Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft, but I will take credit for May and anyone else that you don't recognize.
May was a small girl, bony and questioningly thin, but that was to be expected. She was dead after all. Or rather, undead.
She wandered the roads alone, not speaking to any passing travelers or even bothering to glance at them, they wouldn't talk to her anyway. Even if she looked more like a normal human than most of her kind, her gray skin and yellow eyes gave her away. She was far more interested in the scenery anyway. It had been a very long time since she had learned to appreciate the beauty of spring, that event was almost a hundred or so years ago.
Although many years had passed, she still remembered the day clearly.
It had been sometime in the spring, warm and sunny. She had been but a child, she was eight or so, and very small for her age. The other children had been picking on her because of it. She was hiding in a clearing, not to deep into the forest but deep enough, and she was sobbing quietly to herself.
"It's always May is a scrawny good-for-nothing, or May will never be anything!" she thought to herself angrily.
She pulled her knees tighter to her chest and laid her head on them. Why was it always her? Why couldn't the little hooligans find someone else to terrorize. She had done nothing to them, in fact, she had always been very kind to everyone.
"I hate being May. It's a horrible and useless existence." she said aloud, though she was with no one.
"What's wrong with being May? I think it's a lovely month to be named after." A smooth male voice said.
She gasped, and her eyes darted around her clearing. "Who's there? Show yourself or I'll scream!"
"Woah there! I'm not going to hurt you." a man said coming out of the forest.
He was tall and wore very travel weary clothing. Though his body also looked weary from travel his eyes shown brightly.
"Who are you?" May asked, more out of curiosity this time.
"Just an ordinary traveler." he answered with a warming smile.
"With some odd companions." a small but rough voice squeaked.
"Quiet Pipbus!" the man almost growled.
"Excuse me! You should have told me you were planning on pretending I don't exist!" a small Imp complained, throwing himself on the mans shoulder in mock exasperation.
May gasped again her eyes wide with wonder, "You're a warlock aren't you?"
"Unfortunately." he said slightly apologetically.
"What's that supposed to mean!" the Imp, Pipbus, demanded angrily, tugging sharply on his sandy colored hair.
"That you are a nuisance." he stated wincing.
May let out a small giggle.
"Now tell me May, why are you so blue?" he asked walking over to her.
He sat next to her under the tree and she sighed.
"The other children in the village…they always pick on me and I don't know why. I'm sure it's because I'm May. If I was someone else they would leave me alone and find some other poor May." she explained, rather satisfied with her theory.
"Hmm. That is something to be blue about but…" he trailed off.
"But what?" she asked curious.
"I happen to like May, a lot." he said with a small smile.
"Why would you like May?" she demanded, "It's horrible."
"Well…for one thing, May always produces…" he paused for suspense.
"Go on!" she urged quietly excited.
He reached in front of them and plucked a single daffodil, they were everywhere in the blooming clearing. He surveyed it once then he tucked it behind her ear gently, and leaned back. It was very bright against her black hair and she reached up and touched it softly in wonder.
"May always brings the most beautiful flowers and the world is so alive with color and beauty it makes me want to sing. And I'll tell you a secret." he said beckoning her closer and looking around for other people.
"I am a very, very bad singer." he whispered loudly to her.
"You got that right." Pipbus smirked, still on his shoulder but with his head leaning on his palm instead of his other outrageous pose.
May laughed again and looked up at the traveler.
"Thank you, sir. You are very kind." she said with a true smile, whose whereabouts had been unknown for a very long time.
"You are very welcome, May."
They both stood and with a wave they departed.
May had never forgotten the strange traveler, though she never met him again, even after becoming a warlock herself. No, she had never again met the man who had given her the courage to stand up to her bullies, but ever since she plucked the first daffodil she came across and stuck it in her hair.
