"Write about your character picking up an object from their past and being transported back int
The sun was burning its red-hot misty rays upon the small village of ‘The Grey Woods’. There was a buzz: the flutter of little wings and a quaint whispers of tiny voices coming from the trees.
As the sun's rays trickle down the vines and roots of the trees straight down to the dusty ground, there is a glimpse of a creature, a small elegant creature. Wings clear as glass with a trace of a flowing hand at work. This hand designed every living creature in ‘The Grey Woods’. The graceful carve of a pen, to draw each detail ever so slightly and softly. This small creature seems to be a pale green, the hand who had woven such a creature must have used a thin paintbrush and pen along with green watercolors from a cupboard.
Now this creature had a name, Oxyfay. This name didn’t come from anywhere but from the mind of a woeful mother. She was able to bear four children although 3 before those few were miscarriages. Her body was cursed. The hand of the unearthly being hesitated when it came to making such a mother. The tool used, nicked the body in making and ruined it for life. Now there is only one child alive. With a quest. A quest to succeed her mother and father and bring life to ‘The Grey Woods’.
Oxyfay was a very strategic pixie. She was taught all the mystic ways of tradition, stealth and legacy. At this time of day she would be fluttering around the village looking for opportunities to help out the citizens of her home. Some days she would help the blacksmith with his tools and cleaning his shack or even learning new skills. This time when she arrived at the rusty shack of Sir Dingleberry, he was not there. She thought to herself, “He would never leave his prized shop without supervision nor would he not clean up.” She began to sense suspicion from this occurrence. She began to look around for clues of his absence. As she wandered around on her small dainty feet, she felt something brush against her stump of an arm. She barely felt anything anymore. She whizzed around with her pocket knife out in the open to see nothing but a glistening sword. She dropped her knife out of shock. Oxyfay's jaw began to tremble, her body began to shake, and she held her stumped arm. Her dark green eyes began to twinkle with drops of dew.
“I was intending to give it to you. Since that sword there is your past.” Sir Dingleberry said in scruffy and scratchy voice.
Oxyfay reacted by standing up slowly, soothing her arm and wiping her tears. She cleared her throat. “Sir, where did you get this?”
“Oh. You don’t know? I found it whilst I was digging in the valley of our fallen brethren. Oxyfay, this is the sword. The sword which took your elegance. Your stride. Your life.”
“This sword did not take my life but it did take my brothers and sisters, it did take my grandpa, and it did take the arm that I used to slay the king of the trolls.”
“Why yes. I had intended to give it to you on your birthday since you will be becoming of age for your coronation soon.”
“Thank you. You are a very kind man. May I take it now?’
“Please do.”
“Thank you.” She said with a bow and walked swiftly and elegantly away.
“Toodles” Yelled Mr. Dingleberry.
What was happening in Oxyfay’s mind? She never shared for she was scarred by the war, the loss, and the death.