As night drew and all the houses started turning off their lights for a goodnights sleep, a certain fairy wandered around the Woods of Eve. Dawn wasn't in complete darkness, for the fireflies lit up the entire forest, and a seemingly white glow auraed off of her during the night. She loved to come here during the night, especially when the moon shone down on the Omarian Tree, lighting it up in its whimsical glow. That's where she was heading right now, fluttering round the trees, and smiling at the little critters all snuggled in their nests, fast asleep. Her long, silky blonde hair was picked up from the tiny breeze to cool down the air, and the moon reflected off her silver eyes. The coolness in the air sent goosebumps up her pale arms. Her dark green tank top with a huge flower on the center of it didn't warm her very much. On the other hand, the brown hood with sleeves that ended at her elbows did a little bit. Didn't warm her very much, but it was better than nothing.

The high-low black skirt she wore flowed behind her, and Dawn was careful not to have it get caught on any branches. She reached the middle of the woods, where the Omarian Tree stood tall and proud. The little opened area was basically just the pond with the Omarian Tree growing out of it. The beautiful tree towered above all the others, glowing a mix of colours that lit up the water and the grass around it. She stopped fluttering and let her bare feet get tickled by the tips of the grass as she came down to stand on it.

Tip-toeing over to the glowing tree, she breathed in the calm night, and let it out again. Dawn reached the edge of the grass and dipped her toe into the warm water. She reached up and picked one of the green leaves off. It melted into her skin, and Dawn felt her dust immediately fill up. Then, she looked up at the spot she had just taken it off of, and saw the green leaf sprout back out again.

Fireflies lit up the world around her. Dawn flapped her wings and rose off the ground. She flew around the tree, around the pond, letting her fingers brush the water's surface. Setting back down on the grass, she took in one more breath.

"Well, h'llo again pixie," someone's voice startled her.

Scott.

The one person who just had to be here when she was. She turned herself to face the werewolf and stiffened. He held a piece of wood in his bid hands that he had carved something into. A weird habit of Scott's, she learnt. When he got angry, he would carve wood.

"What happened this time? Did another rat get killed because of your foolishness?" She crossed her arms.

He scoffed and chucked the piece of wood into the trees, startling a few fireflies. Dawn glared even harder at him. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because many innocent trees are losing their limbs because of you."

Scott rolled his eyes. "You stupid fairies and your 'nature auras'."

Dawn fluttered off the ground. "You should know that without us fairies, Omaria would fall."

"Without any supernatural creature, Omaria would fall."

She flew towards him. "That's a myth. With werewolves gone, Omaria would be in better condition. Trees would stop losing their limbs."

His jaw fell open. "Excuse me, but with werewolves gone, no one would be able to smell evil coming."

She came face to face with him. "Vampires can smell just as strong as werewolves, maybe even better. And what evil? There hasn't been any attacks in over a hundred and fifty years."

"Vampires can't smell as well as werewolves, I know that for a fact. And you never know when some lousy enemy can be lurking around the corner."

"Fine, werewolves have a greater sense of smell. But I don't believe we will be expecting any enemies any time soon," she flapped her wing in his face.

Scott went after her. "Yeah but what about the Queen's uncle arriving tomorrow morning?"

"Scott, I doubt the Queen's uncle is going to turn out to be evil."

He came in front of her, and Dawn had to halt so she didn't bump into him. She came back down on her feet and looked up at him. She forgot how short she was compared to pretty much everyone in Omaria. He looked down at her and smirked.

"You're much shorter when you're not flying."

She huffed and moved around him. Scott grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back. The sudden act surprised her.

"We are not done our argument," he told her, half grinning.

"I think we are. I have come to conclusion that werewolves have brains the size of acorns," she told him, pushing away.

Scott huffed this time and grabbed her arm again. "That's a lie. Werewolves are the second strongest supernatural creature. And we can smell and hear things from miles away."

Dawn turned her head away, hiding a grin forming on her lips. "I'm glad you admitted that vampires are stronger than werewolves. But yes, you do have a point that werewolves are Omaria's little war dogs."

"Whoa, war dogs? I don't think so," he pulled her closer, and Dawn let him, "what about you fairies? You're like Omaria's gardeners."

Dawn was getting very close to him. Why was she letting him pull her closer? It's not like she had feelings for him.

Her breathe caught when she actually took a good look at him. His white muscle tee made his biceps look exceptionally toned, and his orange hair was slicked back and spiked at the top. He had a very defined jawline, and full lips.

"Damn pixie, really taking me in?" He smirked down at her.

Dawn gasped, turning red and pushed herself away. "Why would you care?" She turned and started walking away.

"You totally were. But I see why you did, because I am pretty handsome if I do say so myself," he caught up with her and did a little sidestep.

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, Scott," she said sarcastically.

Scott grinned. "What do you say me and you grab a drink?"

Dawn just about tripped over her own feet. "Excuse me?"

"Me, you. Get a drink. Tonight, at the Toadstool bar in the village."

Her jaw fell open. "You can't be serious."

Scott shrugged. "Well, why not?"

"We were just arguing with each other- and since when did you want to hang out with me? I thought we were supposed to 'hate' each other?" Her cheeks turned pink.

He grinned. "Arguing with you non-stop for the past week has really showed me a lot about you. And I dig it. And I think you dig me too," he stopped grinning and turned serious, "so, what do you say?"

A smile formed on Dawn's lips. She didn't know why, though. Was she happy Scott just asked her out? They only met a week ago, and all they did was argue whenever they saw each other. But he was kind of, maybe sort of… sweet in a way. Did Dawn really dig Scott?

"I'm not much of a drinker…" She told him.

"Yeah, you didn't really strike me as one," he shifted, "then how about we just take a walk through the woods?

Maybe just one walk couldn't' hurt. "Ok."