28 February 2013
The WoodSprite watched the hummingbirds for a moment. She looked around at the arid forest. Brittle grass and dying trees. He had lied. Typical. He had said just a drop. Now her forest was dying. The rest of the Fae were just as bad as the Cronuses. She stared at the dark grey hummingbird that held the spirit of Hermes. It thrummed in front of her right eye. Why do you not seek revenge? His voice muttered in her head. Be still. The forest needs healing, not revenge. She replied silently. Then why do you keep me trapped here? He inquired. Because in the forest, your madness will fade. Hopefully, I can bring you back as a Dryad. She responded kindly. But aren't all dryads female? He whispered. Until now. She smiled.
Cronus Mini Chapter • Opuss № I