Vibrant red birds with abnormally large wings soar the bright blue skies, their loud, blood-curdling screams echoing in the clouds. The wind twirls gracefully, her gentleness causing the leaves to rustle delicately and the trees to dance along. The long grass twirling and brushing against the face of a brown skinned women. Her melanated skin shimmering like pearls under the blazing sun, her brown coils dancing with the wind. A shadow casts over her unconscious body, a fair man with piercing blue eyes and black hair flowing gently against the increasing force of the wind.
He crouches down to examine the woman before him, his calloused hands tracing over the open wounds on her back and his eyes filled with concern.
"This must hurt quite a lot," he mumbles to himself as he turns to look over his shoulder.
The sight behind him is one to behold, a chasm was not too far from where he stood, a whistling sound is heard from the pit in response to the wind.
"But I have to wonder why you're unconscious near the abyss."
The young man lowers his backpack onto the ground, unbuckling the small belts securing the opening of the bag. He shoves his hand into the bag, searching for awhile, moving his hand around. Sounds of metal clashing, glass clinking and plastic scrunching could be heard. His hand digging endlessly in what seems like a large scholar's bag, his search is eventually stopped, he pulls his hand out of the bag causing the escape of his scrunched plastics that fly away, he pulls out his hand and reveals an aid kit in his coarse hand.
He places the kit next to the woman's head, his eyes watching the plastics roll away and he releases a disappointed sigh. He secures his backpack before opening the metal kit and taking out a cotton ball. The cotton ball is followed by a bottle of disinfectant which he opens henceforth soaking the cotton ball in it before using it wipe the torn and tattered skin on the woman's back. He looks at her with a look of concern but she doesn't wake up, he tends to her wounds without waking her up and he bandages her back skillfully. He removes his giant coat and he puts it on the woman's nude body. His eyes were slightly shut as he dared not to glance at her lower body. He pulls his backpack on after returning the kit and he cradles the woman in his arms.
"Forgive me for handling you inappropriately, miss," he murmurs nervously.
He carries the woman through a path that leads into the forest opposite the abyss, the trees were carved with graceful patterns on their branches and trunk. The patterns varied from spirals to zigzags to sinuous lines and far more. The patterns seemed like part of the trees rather than actual carvings made by man, and the width of these patterns seemed to determine the shade of the tree's leaves. The thicker the patterns, the darker the green on the leaves. Certain trees had patterns so thick, the shade of green was falling into a deep blackish shade and others had needle thin patterns resulting in the leaves being a shade of whiteish/pale green. The man passes a mirror still lake with tiny beings, that have wings similar to that of various butterflies, flying around it, their whimsical laughter surrounding the serene scene.
"The fairies are quite active, that's a bad omen..."
A massive castle, walls adorned with intricate carvings about the tale of the Gods of this realm surrounded by lush gardens and shimmering water. The massive gate guarded by magnificent creatures that symbolize protection and wisdom. Within the gates, in the lush gardens, many creatures roam freely. Creatures beyond mortal comprehension such as unicorns, pegasuses, griffins and many more. Within a room in the castle, depicted as a throne room sat a figure with a transparent, crystalized body, luxurious locs of long, knee-length silver hair and bright white eyes blending into their irises.
"You missed," the figure states, their tone stern and threatening.
"Accidentally, I had originally meant to toss her into the abyss, my lord," responds a lanky, pale man that floated behind the figure on the throne. His wings massive, covering the entire wall behind the throne and his light pink locs of shoulder length hair settled delicately on his shoulders.
"Accidentally? There is no room for mistakes."
"If I may ask, my lord, why must she reside in the abyss?"
"That doesn't concern you. For your sake, Hul, I hope by the time I awake from my slumber I will find her in the abyss," the figure says before vanishing into thin air.
Hul releases a deep sigh, his golden eyes fixated on the sight below him. The sight of the young man gently placing the woman onto his bed.
He pulls the blanket over her body and he takes a seat on the chair across her. The neat cottage they were in had many peculiarities, it seemed like the home of a crazed researcher. Diagrams and posters on every part of the walls, books open and scattered around everywhere with a desk and a chair in the corner of the room. Pages kept on the desk next to stacks of papers containing contents unknown. Certain diagrams were easily identifiable as the diagrams had sketches of the anatomy of fairies, elves, vampires, dhampirs, gorgons and sirens, along with multiple other races. A poster that lied on the floor, under the desk had an unfinished sketch of the abyss.
A gentle knock is heard on the door, the young man quickly glances at the sleeping woman before striding towards the door. His hands work on the latches, pulling the door open partially and his eyes falling on a lady with bright green eyes. Her golden, silk locs of hair settling past her shoulders onto her waist, her bangs tucked behind her ears and a strand of hair falling onto her face.
"Valentine!" The young lady exclaims, a kind smile appearing on her face.
"I'm assuming you're not here to irritate me, Linda," Valentine responds with a rather vexed facial expression.
"That's no way to speak to your little sister," Linda pouts, she looks up at him, batting her long eyelashes at him before sighing. "Mother is calling for you."
Valentine groans in reluctance, he tilts his head slightly thus looking over his shoulder and catching a glimpse of the sleeping woman.
"Could you do me a favor?" Valentine asks, his eyes moving to look at Linda.
"Nope," Linda responds.
"I'll compensate you."
"How much?"
"Two silvers," he says, his hand moving to dig in his back pocket.
"Four."
"But-"
"Four, take it or leave it," she exclaims, interrupting him mid complaint, her right hand held out and Valentine reluctantly places four silver pieces in her palm.
"Good lad you are, so what is it that you want?"
Valentine pulls the door, opening it fully, allowing Linda to catch a glimpse of a figure in his bed. Her eyes widen and she looks back up at him. "Who is that?"
"A woman I found unconscious, she's hurt. Please stay here until I get back and keep her calm if she wakes up," Valentine responds, his tone slightly pleading as he takes her smaller hands into his. "Please."
Linda seemed a bit hesitant but she'd eventually nod, Valentine releases her hands and he ruffles her hair.
"I'll be back, keep the door closed."
Linda nods whilst Valentine steps out of the cottage and Linda walks in. She shuts the door, closing the latches and she turns to the bed. Her steps are light, cautious enough to not awaken the woman. She sets herself on the chair Valentine had placed across the bed, her eyes carefully drinking in the peaceful appearance of the resting maiden. Her body relaxes against the wooden chair, her hands settled on her lap with the splinters of the chair legs hooking onto the hem of her dress.
"How beautiful you are, madam."