*NOTE* DO NOT POST ON THIS THREAD! I'll make a feedback thread later. Thank You and Enjoy! Ch. 1: Pixie Pain Frella O’Flora was going in for the kill. She lurked in the bushes, swiftly getting closer, and closer, to her target. With her bow in hand and a single arrow, she only had one shot. Her target made a suspicious look in her direction then looked away. Frella prepared her bow and arrow, and pulled back the string as far as it would stretch. She stayed in this position until the very right moment and… Whiz! The arrow made a satisfying sound as it sailed through the air towards Frella’s target. She stood up from her hiding place to see the outcome of her hunt. Frella’s target took one glance at the arrow and turned to face it boldly. With a gaping mouth full of large incisors, Frella’s target swallowed the arrow whole. She stomped out of her hiding place, fists clenched, to chastise her target. “For the earth’s sake Marvel, give me a break!” Frella exclaimed loudly. “Sorry Frells, but you got to give me a break,” Marvel replied. “I haven’t found one rabbit or squirrel to dine on since last week and I’m half starved,” Marvel said, his bottom lip jutting out. “Honestly Marvel I don’t know how I can possibly bare to be around you! Feasting on those poor critters,” Frella uttered in sorrow. She glanced up from her small montage of animals that Marvel had eaten to find him half asleep in a puddle of his own drool. “Marvel!” Frella yelled giving him a good whack to the head. “What? Oh sorry. You know I get tired when I’m hungry,” Marvel said groggily. “Apparently you don’t eat enough ‘cause yesterday you slept through the whole day,” Frella pointed out only to find herself facing another drooling Marvel. Another whack in the head made him wake up from his slumber. “Honestly Frella what do you expect me to do?” Marvel asked suppressing a yawn. “Make you a new arrow? Everyone knows a dwarf, let alone a gnome-dwarf hybrid, can’t help you in making something that delicate.” Marvel did prove a very convincing point. A dwarf and gnome were the clumsiest creatures alive. A hybrid of the two species could bring down a small town in less than 24 hours. “Fine you win this round Marvel,” Frella said, brows furrowed. Marvel smiled, satisfied. “I always do Frella, I always do.” With that, Frella walked away, bow in hand. Taking a swift glance behind her, she found Marvel lying on his back, snoring so loudly he scared all living creatures away. ‘No wonder he can never find anything to eat,’ Frella smiled, amused with herself. Oak branches were Frella’s main priority right now. Every relative in her family used oak branches to make their arrows, generation after generation. They were very easy to carve, compared to the rougher bark and prickly needles of pine trees, and flew very easily and were easy to handle, compared to the sticky sap surrounding a maple tree branch. Oak trees were very common in the area where Frella lived, but finding the perfect branch was the problem. This was one of the main reasons why Frella didn’t have so many arrows. “Is it so hard to find a decent oak tree around here?” Frella asked herself. Nearly all the trees were dead, dying or burned down. A curious group was investigating the mysteriously dying trees, but others just concluded a few mischievous fairies were behind this. “Finally!” Frella exclaimed as she came across a beautiful, healthy oak tree. In a flurry of excitement, she scaled the tree to find the uppermost limbs of the plant. “Ouch!” Frella squealed rubbing her head furiously. To her certain dismay, looking up Frella saw three small pixies with clenched fists and acorns in their grip. Pixies were notoriously known for mischief, brute strength despite their small size, and packing a powerful punch. Although they’re not known to have any magical qualities, like their close relative the fairy, they have a few tricks up their sleeves. Some others had even called them the ‘demons of the forest.’ “Cut it out!” Frella yelled at them angrily as the pixies pelted her with acorns and punches to the face. Their unpleasant giggles and high-pitched squeals of delights made the situation much worse. “That’s enough!” Frella yelled at the trio who were suppressing smiles and laughs. “Oh yeah?” Frella taunted, “Let’s see who keeps laughing now!” Frella bawled making a wild grab for the three pixies. Another problem with pixies is they have wings and are very fast. With the clumsy and wild grab Frella had made they all flitted out of reach. “Ahhh!” Frella screamed as she fell out of the oak tree with a thump. Blurry eyed, and disoriented she watched the three pixies hover down gracefully to the ground and morph into three-foot girls, one with brown hair, the other with red hair, and the last one with a greenish colored hair. Each one had a set of green-tinted wings with a pattern of veins. They all took one look at Frella with piercing green eyes and flitted off. ‘Typical pixie behavior,’ Frella thought as she drifted into unconsciousness.