Freezing all night, I was prompted awake by the fresh smell of pine and the brightness of the sun. My eyes twitched and I crinkle my face to avoid the sun’s rays, my muscles ached terribly. Did someone get the license plate of the truck that hit me? I tried desperately to get up, but through a wince and a cry, realized I couldn’t budge. It was even difficult to breathe.
I stared down at my body to find a large leathery green garment laid on top of me. Where am I?
I felt the earth shift before I heard the voice that traveled with the wind, “You hungry?”
Disadvantaged by precarious horizontal placement, in which I found myself, I couldn’t identify my visitor? I tried to turn toward it, “Who are you?” She poked her head over and looked down at me, “Who me?” I peered into the eyes of a pale-faced tiny waif of a female, not human, not fairy but definitely beautiful. Her long brown hair shone in the sun and both red and blonde streaks fluttered around her shoulders. She wore a royal blue silk vest that clung to her body. The bottom flared out slightly, hung down mid-thigh, swooped in both front, back and finally, decorated with ornately carved golden bodice armor, which fit both her torso and chest. Her arms, adorned with golden-sleeved bracers that matched and covered her fingers to her elbows. Shoulder armor topped off her battle attire, which came complete with a quiver that clung to her back, full of arrows tipped with golden fletching. She remained hovered above me. Her eyes appeared a silver-blue and peered deep into mine, as she lowered her head.