EVERYTHING WAS AS HAPPILY as it ever had been in the land of Crym.
Streaks of sunlight shone through branches of emerald green leaves. Creatures scurried to and fro in their daily routines. A goblin hoarded his treasure underground. Ravens swooped in playful chases from tree-to-tree. Dragonflies zipped along the stretches of a stream, snaking around glades and meadows, ending at the edge of a towering cliff, cascading over a lake.
But somewhere deep in the forest, where no one paid much attention to, a silent intruder appeared midair.
Beryl, a young spark fairy, flew into the area. She paused inches away from it. She had never seen anything like it before. She examined it from all sides. It appeared the same from every angle. Peering into its circular void, she curiously placed her hand on it. Cold air pricked her skin. She pulled away, uncertain if her hand was frozen.
She shrugged her shoulders and turned away. The sound of wind stirred behind her. Something began to tug at her energy. Her light drifted away from her hands, feet, and hair, trailing towards the hole.
Everytime she resisted and distanced herself, the tug grew stronger, pulling her ever closer still. This continued for a while she worried it would never end. Then at once, it ceased its hold on her and her light and wings vanished.
For the first time, the weight of her body sent her spiraling downward, leaving her shocked and dazed. Tears welled in her eyes. It didn’t make any sense. She gazed upward. The dark hole had grown larger.
Succumbed to darkness. Replaced with the shade of night and void of stars. She crawled across the ground, shaking, completely stripped of her once beautiful light.
Who am I? Where was I going?
She brought her arms around her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body fleeting from her. Her stomach ached and rumbled.
The streaks of light she once danced joyfully in, now stung her eyes. She hid in the shadows, shivering.
Not far, a snowy-white rabbit rested beneath a bush. Drawn to its warmth she sat next to it, but something snapped inside Beryl’s mind.
Her sharp teeth sank deep into the rabbit’s flesh. Her mouth quickly filled with warmth.
The moon was at its brightest when Beryl emerged from beneath the bush. She streched her arms above her head and yawned. The ache in her belly had subsided and she licked away warm blood that dripped from her lips.