Another chapter up. Its the magic number 3. This was difficult to write, trying to describe human things that we all know about from a fairy's perpective, so forgive me if it reads weird.
At the edge of the forest, a group of jeeps and one trailer were parked in a fairly wide semi-circle. In the middle, wood and dead branches had been collected and were piled in a tent-like structure. Humans mingled among the jeeps and trailer, some were setting up foldable chairs around the piled wood and some were talking among themselves.
It was dusk. Crysta, Pips, Batty and the Beetle boys watched safely within the confines of the trees, observing the humans and their strange looking pets. They planned to take a closer look once it became darker.
'This is a bad idea,' Batty muttered, 'We should all turn around and pretend they don't exist.'
'Batty,' Crysta groaned, irritated with Batty's constant complaints.
'Let's go,' said Pips. There was a cheer of agreement from the Beetle boys. Patience was not their strong point and Crysta heard their eagerness to get going. Batty scowled at them.
Crysta giggled and took off, signaling their departure. They split into two groups. Pips led the Beetle boys to one side of the campsite whilst Crysta and Batty explored the other.
The humans weren't bothered by their presence and mistook them for insects.
The first object of interest Crysta flew to was the jeep, which she thought was some kind of large animal which the humans had tamed. Her eyes frowned in confusion at the hard, shiny coating that made a strange metallic twang when she hit it. It was like no material she had come across before. Perhaps it was some large protective shell.
She flew to a window and looked inside. It was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen. It was hollow inside, with strange forms of innards which she could not identify. She went inside for a better look and Batty followed. The first thing she realised was a strange smell. It wasn't bad but it was unfamiliar. She touched everything. From the softness of the chairs to the hard plastic of the dashboard, the textures and alien shapes fascinated her.
'Batty! Have you ever seen anything like this before?!' she asked excitedly.
Batty had stopped to rest and was hanging upside down from the mirror.
'Yes, it's an environmentally damaging piece of disgrace called a car. Can we go now? It stinks of plastic and petrol in here,' he replied grouchily, using one wing to cover his nose.
Crysta ignored Batty's moaning and was drawn to the rectangular shaped object that Batty was hanging from. She flew up to inspect it and then flew away with a scream.
'What? What is it?' Batty cried, panicky.
He took of to find Crysta, who was hiding behind one of the seats headrests. She peeked over the top cautiously, eyeing the mirror suspiciously. Batty landed on top of the head rest and tried to find what she was starring at. She slowly floated upwards and hovered in front of the mirror once more. She then burst out laughing.
'Batty come see this!'
Batty reluctantly took off once more and furiously beat his wings to stay level with Crysta.
'Humans are amazing!' she praised, 'they've somehow trapped water to keep it upright! So you can see your reflection!'
Batty frowned disapprovingly at her enthusiasm. He watched his reflection bobbed up and down with his effort to stay air born whilst Crysta effortlessly twirled through the air, looking at herself at different angles. Batty swooped out of the jeep to get some fresh air, free from the stench of humans and their contraption, but as he exited through the window, a different and terrifying scent had him flying round in circles yelling.
Crysta quickly flew out to see what was wrong and found her gaze fixed to the pile of wood the humans had collected.
It was completely alight.
The smell of burning wood had Batty's instincts reeling and he took off into the forest without a second glance. Crysta however couldn't look away from the flickering, burning light.
Fire.
Zack showed her this once a year ago. It was so small, so delicate, so beautiful, yet it had hurt when she touched it. This was something wild, angry and seething, for every so often it would hiss and snap. She could feel the heat of it from where she hung in midair and she was unsure, if what she was shown a year before and the thing before her now, was the same thing.
Slightly afraid, Crysta began searching for Pips and flew to his side of the campsite, where she had last seen him. She flew into the shade of the trailer, escaping the heat that was making her skin dry and itchy. With the fire out of sight, the fear she had for it melted away and her curiosity perked once again for the large broad trailer before her. On the side of it was a large yellowish-white square and when she looked closely she found it was hollow like the other thing was and there was a light inside.
There was more space in this one and it had paper everywhere, the walls, the floor and on the desks it had fixed to the sides. There was also a black and grey rectangular box on one of the desks with a chair tucked beneath it.
Crysta ducked back when the wall on the other side suddenly opened and a human stepped inside. He closed the door and secured the cap on his head. He brushed some of the paper off the desk with the black box and opened it with the lid staying stiffly upright. He then pulled out the chair and sat on it. With his focus on the black box that had now lit with an eerie light, to Crysta's surprise, she presumed it was safe to nose about with his back turned.
Her plan failed dismally. Unlike the other thing, this larger thing had something blocking the way and she smacked into the glass head first. Clutching her head in agony she flew in twitchy short movements away from the cause of her pain.
She finally stopped a short distance away and curled into a ball as she clutched her head. Still in pain, she didn't notice as something large followed her. She didn't even have time to scream as she was engulfed in darkness.
Cliffhanger. Who or what has captured Crysta? I think you can guess. Review.