PROLOGUE

How does a FaeWorld look like to you? Is it somewhere leafy with small sparking fairies, old trolls or dryads roaming and camouflaging around? Or is it a dark rocky place with brown and dry stick-like creatures awaiting for their victims?

A virtual place can be extremely awesome or extremely awful. It depends on everyone's imagination as well as interpretation but-

What if you've really seen one?

The empty night sky holds nothing but a lonely moon, as if it can symbolise how the injured Faeboy feels in a meantime. He looks small, as small as a five-year-old but unlike any other happy five-year-old kids, he is hissing, crying and cursing in pain. Hot blood wouldn't stop from flowing out of his right arm, where his left hand clutches tightly to try to heal, but failed.

His slightly pointy ears hear everything, including the threat chasing from behind - humans. "I'm sure I've shot him." One of them claims, a man. "We can follow his blood stain on the ground." With his torch lit, he aims the beam of light towards the ground and eventually identify the blood patches.

"Poor, poor little elf, you soon will be waking up in our lab." For a young elf like him, 'lab' would only sound like 'lap'. However, his own instincts are telling him not to stop running away from them as the lap of an enemy isn't a real heartwarming lap, it would be, instead, a trap.

"So painful..." the little elf murmurs when his pace begins to slow. He knows he couldn't run anymore as his exhausted body will betray him whenever he's used up all of his energy in escaping. His magenta eyes flash swiftly like a broken bulb as he tries to remain focus on the road leading him, at least, away from danger.

But still being unfortunate, he finally tumbles to the ground with a grunt. His teeth grit when his hope is fading. He is exposed, and now, he is going to be captured again. The humans' laughter is approaching alongside with their messy footsteps which every inch of them screams the word 'danger' for him.

"Aww, look who's exhausted," the man who shot him coos as he reaches out to touch the little elf. "We're going to give you nice clothes and food, and you're going to tell us everything about your world," he adds as a gun is aimed at his arm.

Please, don't...

And the trigger is pulled.

Bang!

Soon, birds awake and they fly, squawking panickedly as they leave their nesting trees; tiny creatures are scared and they escape, scurrying away to find a better shelter with nervous squeaks. The forest eventually sings the orchestra of threaten lives. 

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ sᴛᴀɴ ʙᴜᴅᴅɪᴇs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ❤

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ. ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ғᴀᴇᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ 💕

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