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09/22/2021 08:19 PM
FairyTale: Prompt for Wʀᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵
A Fractured FairyTale
Phoenix Down Resources /1234567
“Many people don’t believe in fairies, but if you look real close they’re always there.” - Torlila.
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luttering eyes revealed glowing light shining brightly. Specks of dust looked like golden glitter sparkling through the air. A feeling of blissfulness washed through the woman, now sitting up with a confused gaze. Delicate fingers ran across wood flooring, which connected together with the same of walls and ceiling above. There was no concrete in site, no sign of technology or modern furniture. The pull of gravity seemed stronger, tugging against the woman with more force than should be reasonable. A small movement towards what appeared to be a shroud of leather covering a doorway. Senses heightened, alertness arising to warn her of unseen danger.
Reaching out to pull back the shroud, blue orbs fixated upon skin, the coloration abnormal to the usual appearance. Was she.... glowing? Maybe not in the literal sense, but the luminescence of her hand and body certainly seemed far increased. The movement resumed, pulling back the shroud that hid her from the world.
Optics widened at the sight before the woman. The heavier pull of gravity now explained by the height of which she was raised far above what appeared to be a forest floor. A deficiency of steps to her hideaway only drew confusion to her. The inquiry of how she arose so high without such aid pondered in her mind.
A flicker caught by gaze, and another in the distance. As sapphire hues adjusted to the few short rays of sun blinding her through the forest canopy, the sight of flying creatures compounded the confusion already welling up inside the girl. Each moment, a new sight would add to the growing accumulation of strange things. The realization however that the size difference between the trees and her surroundings was what finally did her in, causing the woman to stumble backwards into the raised hideaway.
It couldn't be right, could it? Had she struck her head on something? Was she under the influence of a hallucinogen? No, if she had been, for this level of imagination, the awareness of even being drugged with such a thing wouldn't even graze her mind. It was real, the strange glow about her skin, the raised little hutches in the trees, and the realization that she and everything else around her was drastically smaller than it realistically should be.
A startled gasp now slipped past pale lips as a being flew haphazardly into the hut, crashing into the wall before tumbling to the wooden floor. For a moment the thing just lie there, seemingly stunned from the sudden strike against the fibrous bark of the walls. The creature was bulky, with obsidian locks and viridescent skin. Two small double flapped wings protruded limply from the creatures back. It seemed almost familiar, yet the obscured face only left it a mystery. As the thing finally stirred and shifted, turning to gaze at her, the womans face became aghast.
"Bruce....?" This was most definitely a dream. He was, small, transformed into Hulk, but confined to a small version of him. Wings fluttered behind him for a moment as he rubbed his head and grumbled with annoyance.
"Bruce not wake up. Hulk angry. Find Bruce!" He yelled, a rising wave of concern filling the woman. "Aria has wings. Hulk have wings. What Aria do to Hulk!?"
"It wasn't me! I have no idea how we got here or what the hell is happening!" She replied in growing frustration, turning her head over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her own paper thin wings. Rising to her feet once more, a hesitated movement was made towards the makeshift doorway once more. Studying, observing, contemplating. A turn and shake of her head upon her conclusion.
