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Frita paused and beheld the vibrant, sunny scene that was unveiled before her keen, fairy eyes as she exited the dark forest. As her eyes adjusted to the sun's glare, she took in the scene with ever mounting trepidation. She knew this place. The grass was green, and the hills were vast, indeed. The well ordered land was teeming with the fruitful harvest of late summer. Streams flowed and golden fields of barley waved gently in the warm, caressing breeze. Immediately she recognized this admitedly pleasant country, though in truth it brought her no satisfaction."Trescent!" She cursed, her soft voice no more than the rustling of a leaf in a gentle summer gust. By what foul devilry!?The sun now seemed a dreaded thing. A fiery orbical sphere that glared down upon her, laughingly, from its high noon zenith, scorching her with its incessant rays and exposing her to any and all watchful eyes. First to be ensorcelled by some foul amorphous fiend beyond sight or grasp in that dank cave, and now THIS!? But of course she should have known - this Blueleaf forest. By the King of Hespan's warty wench of a wife! The very forest his most arch nemesis used as his own personal sporting grounds. That knavish scoundrel, Duke Zular Mollari!!!A master of intrigue and potions, yes. And a powerful man, amoung even the most elite of Allaria's rulers - second only to the King, perhaps, in raw military might. And a treasury to match his Highness, almost. But also a man of many obscene pleasures; a murderer, a sadist, a mere rake and defiler. Frita pondered frantically. Could HE have anything to do with this abhorrent business? It seemed too much a coincidence. That potion quaffing, powder snorting, village burning bastard,!Then again, the Blue Forest, (or Blueleaf as the fairies had called it), had long been said to be a dark, enchanted place. Full of strange and wondrous creatures. Some evil (it was said in whispers), others merely magical and wild. But all beyond the bounds of men. It was an ancient forest, perhaps the oldest in all the Great Kingdom, that was true enough. Zular had long kept a strict watch over it, forbidding any man or woman to enter it on pain of death. Although in truth most dared not tread into that wood even before his 'proclamation', for the oft whispered but always vivid tales went back generations, stark warnings, among the peasantry and nobles alike. Anything seemed possible. But one thing seemed sure - she was in a dangerous country. Deep inside Allaria, yes. But deep inside the Duchy of Trescent. It almost seemed a better fate to turn back - back into the twisted folds and the gnarled, knobby, trunks of that wooded realm. They now seemed a cool, welcoming haven in stark contrast to the bright plains before her.She hovered in the air, her wings fluttering like a dragonfly's, thoughtfully she hung there, suspended in disbelief but thoughtful, before deciding.
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