//------------------------------// // 3 The abandoned breezies. | June 22.2022| // Story: My lying pages. (Anthology Speed-writing!) // by PacifistDoodl3r //------------------------------// Downpour wasn't the only thing keeping them up at night. Although the thunderous echoes and occasional howl through the pitch forest didn't cause them to nestle inside a tree from up above, it made them feel protected, even though being here is a terrible accident. If they were slightly bigger creatures, it would be no worry to investigate whatever went bump in the night. Occasionally there'd be an act of courage from one of them. For a breezie, being bold did wonders for exploration and meeting new creatures. Well... friendly creatures. There is the exception where some disappear after greeting something they never heard of before. It's also pretty hard for them to run into something that doesn't want to eat them. Especially in the vast green of the Everfree. In fact, that's how they got in this tiny situation. None of them would've foresaw the monster that chased them for a short minute. Their small stature surely didn't help when considering the wind of all things to pick up speed and come to inside a tree. At least that's the general consensus the group agrees upon. Inside the makeshift little place are leaves used as miniature houses, made in a half circle manner, using the glow of pollen inside their baskets to illuminate the area. Shadows of antenna and floofy hair crowed the ceiling everywhere. The main entrance was haphazardly made from bark and tiny sticks, quickly made to hide from dangers lurking where their eyes couldn't spy. Nearby the entrance of bark, a wall of tiny golden prints of breezies that left. One of the breezies, knees clutched together, sat in a corner. A murmur here and there, in the language few can understand. But for a breezie, they of course can comprehend. There, they sat in almost complete silence. Suffering together, only wishing for the night to pass. They were told terrible things awaited in the day but seeing is better than never being heard from at night with even more things out to get the adorable little fairies. The tree was a cascade of yelps and little squeaks when they first ended up here. Seabreeze was there, getting their attention by speaking Ponish and using his antenna as a torch. Fearing a huge group would be too easily noticeable, he took a few to travel with him and promised to return with the helping hooves of pegasi. Now, it all seemed that hope is dwindling. The breezies weren't initially scared of their predicament, it was very boring having to wait hours for their rescue. And many hours they did wait. The early morning became afternoon, and thus, the sun began to set like white butter slipping off of a pancake. Dark clouds from above made it difficult to guess if a day had even passed for the breezies. Recapping events happened amongst the group. Some questioned the reason they're so helplessly stranded in the heart of Everfree. This isolation made way for the breezies to befriend one another in a way. Some complimented their wings, others joked to cope instead of wait around and mope. This lasted for a while until it suddenly stopped. Now, the enthusiasm died along with the sunlight they so very much miss. Again, there was one breezie bunched up. Away from the others, he had flashes of the chase. One of the few to look back at the perpetrator. It had wings. He slowly puts together how they were blown by the wind ending up stuck here. He vaguely remembers a dark figure rushing towards them, having narrow bright red eyes. That could just be his imagination playing tricks on him but what if it really had bright red eyes? The poor little one shivered at the thought, whimpering alone in his corner. Trying to remember what tried to get them was a painful memory, although, it would help explain what they're up against. A few breezies went outside in hopes of making at least some progress with being stranded but they never returned. Be it the constant thud of rain or creatures announcing their presence from various sounds, the Everfree lives and this torment lasted forever. Breezies whispered and spoke with an aggressive hush. Some eyes were on the lonesome breezie in the corner, as he felt an uncomfortable wave pass by. The memory of this dreadful thing that wanted to feed became a blur. A haze, he so desperately tried to remember again but to no avail. Anything to help his former friends perceive him as useful, to at last prove himself to the group. But nothing came up. Flashes here and there snapped and blinked through his mind and yet not a single bit of recollection came up. Bundled in a corner, shivering, the breezie took deep breaths and slowly shook his head. Disappointed his mind has failed him, he stood up and slowly fluttered over to the other side of the shelter. Others began to arise and watch him with great interest. Slowly looking back at the crowd behind him, a silent gulp followed by his crushing abdomen was present. Breezies quietly hummed a calming tune for him, ever so slightly pushing closer. The shadows blackened the room so that only he was visible. A single bowl of pollen slid towards him from the chorus of breezies. He winced as it sparkled and radiated dust that called for attention. Thunder crackled and boomed throughout the midnight sky, barely seen through the bark. The lonesome breezie, at one final attempted act of remembrance, shut his eyes and saw the monster. At least he'd like to believe he did as his old friends formed a half circle behind him, already closing the distance between. He dipped his tiny hooves in the pollen. Soaking in the golden substance that formed around them. Slowly, he stamped his left hoof, and then finally placed his right alongside a few other hoof prints on the wall. They twinkled a golden sheen, taunting the breezie of his fate. The tree bark door was hooked to the side, revealing the bottomless pit of the great abyss. Jungle plants and undergrowth littered as far as their eyes can see. Identical trees were sparsed in his peripheral vision, and reality finally caught up with him. A push. He held on to the sides of the tree's opening, fluttering his wings to stay on. A shove. Frantically, he squirmed and fought. He felt a few hooves tear through film of wing, with a drawn out snapping sound that forced him to give in. A ringing shot though his head, letting out a shriek of pain. Suddenly, there was only the sound of the pittering rain. The breezies quickly shut the door, awaiting the next time it was another's turn to explore whatever lied out there. Fortunately for them, a few noticed and eyed the breezie in the corner. Clutching her knees, and asking herself to remember something.