Day 33 + writing sample

No writing today. I've been busy doing stuff before I go away tomorrow! There's so much to do! Since I'll be away, I'll be unable to work on the book. In any event, here is the sample I promised! I hope you enjoy it! It's not very short, so it should give followers of the blog a little something to read while I'm away! Enjoy!

K.

Wildflower was a fairy who loved to travel. She was named for that, as when she was younger she would often get lost in the Forest and her parents would never know where she was. She was wild and free, and she liked nothing more than soaring through the open sky and letting the wind blow through her red and gold hair. She couldn't stay away for too long, though, and she often found herself coming back to Lemon Forest for a few days to talk with friends of her travels and to give them trinkets from her travels. She looked ahead of her and saw the Forest, the lemons on the branches shining like yellow gems in the sunlight. She noticed the Forest seemed to be enveloped with a sort of fog, but things looked otherwise peaceful. As she neared the Forest, though, she realised how very wrong that was. She took a look at the entrance and saw that it had been cracked entirely in two! Such things never happened in Lemon Forest, so she was clearly very surprised.
"Bluebell?" she called as she drew ever nearer. "Bluebell, dear, are you in?" As she stopped by the base of the tower, she looked up and watched as Bluebell came down from the tower.
"Oh, hello," she said vaguely, landing beside Wildflower. "Who are you?" Wildflower stared at her.
"Bluebell, it's me, Wildflower," she said, shocked. "I've only been away for two weeks. Surely you haven't forgotten me in that small time!"
"Oh yes. What can I do for you, then?" Bluebell asked, waving her hand.
"Bluebell, what happened to the gates? They're completely split!" Wildflower cried.
"Oh, just renovating a little. Go on in," Bluebell replied. "No big deal." Wildflower watched Bluebell suspiciously, but she entered the Forest nevertheless. She noticed the deep, gouging footsteps in the path that led into the forest and she felt ill. There was something wrong. There was something about Bluebell, too, that was suspicious. It wasn't just the way she acted, but there was something that looked different, too. It was as though that same sweet Bluebell Wildflower knew had disappeared. She couldn't place what was different about Bluebell's face, but something had certainly changed.
Wildflower decided to take the train to her house. She stopped by the train station, which was a mossy, hollowed-out stump with a brown flag waving from above, and she waited outside. Within a few minutes, she saw the train spiral down a nearby tree. The whistle sounded as the train pulled into the station, coming to a full stop with a mighty screech. From the train came a number of elves, fairies, and their pets. A few stopped to say hello to Wildflower, some squeezing her arm affectionately and asking her how her latest travels went. She gave them half-hearted smiles, her mind obviously elsewhere, and she boarded the train.
"Been awhile, Wildflower!" called Acorn the elf, the train's conductor, from his seat in the front of the train. Wildflower took a seat near the front, as always, so she could tell Acorn of her travels.
"Hello, Acorn," she replied. "I hope you've been well."
"You know me," said Acorn with a big smile. "So long as the train is going, so am I! Tell me about yourself, though. Where have you been these weeks? What have you seen?" As he asked that, a few last stragglers boarded the train and Acorn shut the doors, tugging the train's whistle.
"I saw something strange," said Wildflower, lowering her voice. "Something . . . urgent, here in the forest." Acorn frowned.
"What ever could you mean?" he asked loudly. "In the Lemon Forest? Bluebell wouldn't allow it!"
"That's just what I mean," Rosehips replied, hushing even more to try and keep Acorn from startling passengers on the train. "It was Bluebell who looked strange. And the gate to the forest was broken, but she tried to pass it off as repairs." Acorn frowned even more deeply.
"That doesn't sound right," he said. "Something must be wrong." Wildflower nodded in agreement.
"Have you seen anything strange?" she asked. Acorn shook his head.
"Everything's been right as rain, up until today," he replied. "I can't imagine-"
Suddenly, one of the train's passengers gave out a mighty shriek. Directly following, a violent tremor rocked the train. Wildflower toppled to the ground, and Acorn pounded on the train's brakes.
"Everybody out!" he bellowed.
"What's happening?" Wildflower groaned as she picked herself up off the floor.
"It's a human!" a young-looking elf woman cried on her way out of the train.
"A human?" said Wildflower quietly. "But why would a human try to harm us? Especially if Bluebell let the human in?" Before anyone could answer her question, a sickening crack could be heard, and everything was a blur. When Wildflower was aware of what was happening again, she was outside, and she could see the ruins of the train, broken and splintered and everywhere. Fairies and elves were lying everywhere, but thankfully no one looked injured.
"Wake up!" Wildflower cried. A few elves and fairies stirred, and Wildflower watched as the human walked deeper into the woods.
"We have to do something," she said. "He's going into the Lemon Forest!"
"My train. . . ." groaned Acorn, looking mournfully at the pile of rubble which was once his train.
"We'll have it repaired later," Wildflower replied hastily, waving her hand. "We really need to do something, though! We can't let him get away with this. If he would do this to your train for no reason, what do you think he'll do to the Lemon Forest once he gets in?"
Within moments, Wildflower and everyone who was on the train at the time was heading in the direction led by the human's footsteps in the ground. Wildflower, while not often in Lemon Forest, was fond of the place she called home, and she was determined to protect it, regardless of the cost.