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Her brown locks have pink and purple streaks at the end, while her eyes were the color of grass. She loves her wings, to her, it was her most prized possession. She flapped her wings, different color patterns swirling a mixture of pink with violet and hues of blue. She checks the time, it's four o'clock in the morning. Molly woke up screaming, her dress was drenched with her sweat. She never looked back, scared that they might catch her. Her feet were frozen on the ground, she willed her feet to move, Molly pushed her legs to run faster. Her heart thuds loudly against her chest. She was so scared that she's used her small wings to lift her body but unable to. That night, Molly dreamt of two pairs of orange eyes watching her every move. Oblivious to the danger that lurks in the shadows. Molly closed her eyes, a small smile plastered on her face. Her Gram lifts her with ease and tucked her into bed. Molly smiles and nods again, she can barely lift her eyes. Her Grams chuckles and puts the book down. "I guess so." She slumped her shoulders and yawned again. "Grams I'm scared, what if they come here and eat me?" "Are you still listening?" Her Grams asked. Sharp claws that can tear your heart, and scales hard as a stone. Will they eat her? Grams always says that they have scary teeth that can cut you into pieces. She wondered what would it be if she saw one? One of her favorites was the story of the Dragons. She sits on their old couch and leaned forward, eager to hear her mythical stories. Molly placed her basket on the coffee table and made her way toward her beloved Grams. She whipped her hair, and her brown hair bounced. "Mum I'm home! Where's Gram's?" She politely asked.Ī creak of a chair scrapes and her familiar voice floods the room. She opens the wooden door with a loud slam. Molly waves her little hands and went towards their small cabin. He ruffles her hair and ushered her to go. Old Charles laughs a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkled with mirth his warm brown eyes following her every move, she was so adorable. Molly couldn't contain her excitement, she felt like she will burst into bubbles in a second. "Grandma is coming and-and!!!" She squealed. Charles Everett, owner of their townhouse market. "What got you so jolly little one?" Asked Charles. Though her body has matured enough, she was a little bit childish compared to the other faes of her age. At the age of three hundred and sixty-five blue moons, she was still considered young. She pushed herself to run fast, passing her neighbor with a bright smile on her face. The sounds of her small feet and crunches of twigs and dry leaves. Molly runs excitedly, a small basket hooked around her small arms. The sun illuminates the corners of the dark mountain and a fresh breeze of air-kissed her creamy skin.
