Has anyone guessed what Lily is yet? Well, I'm not gonna tell you until you all review, so ha!
I'll let you know what she is in the next chapter if you review and guess!!!!
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Lily walked through the dreary, depressing forest, ignoring the reek of the beanstalks, head bowed, eyes closed. She let her instincts guide her. Walking where no one else was around cleared her thoughts. She liked being alone; the pent up, hide-away life of the clans had always made her feel suffocated and these night time walks helped clear her soul.
She stopped under where she knew there was a small clearing and looked up at the sky, and the stars against the backdrop of black velvet they floated on. She breathed deep and smiled at the night, feeling totally at peace with everyone and everything.
A noise alerted her, and she calmly turned her head and watched as the troll prince, Burly came bumbling through the brush, loud as a herd of towering beasts.
Allowing herself a small smile, she stepped back and slightly to the left, and cloacked herself behind a beanstalk, watching.
Apparently, he was looking for something... or someone, she reminded herself.
Burly fought against a three-foot sapling (and promptly lost) and Lily fought to contain a grin. She watched as the young troll growled and fought to extricate himself from the vines and with a slight twitch of her finger, the vines fell apart without a sound. She didn't often use her magic, although it was her inherited right ever since she had been inducted; it was too easily traced by those she didn't want to be found by.
Burly stood there, just outside the small clearing in the beanstalk forest, panting from the effort and holding what looked to Lily like a wooden dagger. She smirked; it seemed all too like a troll, although that point was sharp enough to hurt.
She stepped out into the clearing, and the young troll jumped and yelped in fright, brandishing the wooden weapon.
"Who are you? Talk, witch! My dad says humans can't be trusted!" the young boy said, sounding exactly like the five year old he was. Lily wasn't in the least frightened.
"I am not a witch. I am something else, not to be feared by you, boy. Now go," she said, not quite as friendly as she had before, back in the troll village. Her deep voice had a rough edge to it this time, and she gave a little snarl. Frightened, the troll prince stumbled back a step, lost his balance and fell on his can.
"I-I'm gonna tell my dad!" he cried, and with that, he ran off, tripping over weeds and vines on the ground.
Lily stood her ground, head held high and very calm. She met danger face on just this way. Calm and unafraid.
It was welcoming arms she reacted to with fear.
