7 September 2012
Chapter 1
I wake up, spread out on the floor, face squashed against the hard floor. The forest floor is never usually this smooth. Ah, whatever. My lazy mind quickly dismisses the thought. I slowly get up, my head feeling fuzzy. I can't remember a thing about last night, but that party was wicked! I must have had waaaaay too much to drink. I stumble around, looking for some sort of edible plant. Or maybe a small puddle. My throat is parched. Hmm. That's odd. I can't find any. Usually mushrooms are in abundance (though mainly poisonous ones), but today not a thing is in sight. And puddles that I always seem to fall into right at the wrong moment, are never here when I need them. And it's oddly dark. That's how our kind like it. Dark. Dark and damp. Though today no feeling at all is coming through my feet. Usually there's the crunching of autumn leaves, the rough feeling of bark, the soft earth beneath your feet, the mud squelching between your toes, the stream lapping at your heels. Though today; nothing. Maybe I can find a tree. Hopefully an oak. They're very helpful and kind. Not to mention wise. I walk forward, my eyes still not adjusted to the dark. That's weird. Usually they adjust quicker than you can say 'forest faerie'. I walk, and walk, and walk. No trees, no bushes, no angry squirrels, nothing. I keep walking, and just as my tired legs are about to collapse, I bump into something. A tree? I walk to my right, and find another tree. And another to my left. Oh no. I'm trapped. Maybe it's a Yew Circle. I've heard about them. About careless faeries that wander into a copse of yews, who gather round and trap the poor person, draining them of all their energy and magic in their vile attempts to live just that little bit longer. I shudder. When will they close in? Consume me? But, these things are smoother than any yew I'd ever had the bad luck to come across... Maybe they are...no, they couldn't be; could they? Well if it is what I think it is, it's much worse than a whole forest of yews. Much, much worse.
Moss Girl • Opuss № I