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Fluttering her cramped wings Lunelle stretched yawned and walked forward. She was about 4 1/2 inches tall. Small for a fae. And why she was not flying was unknown to her. Going through the gates, her skirt got caught on the door. Trying to pull it free a praying mantis took her by surprise.
"Help!" she cried frantically, this thing was bigger than her after all. When nobody came, she began to get more and more anxious.
Another second passed and Lunelle was close to tears. She called out more frantically so big ears could hear her. "Help! Come, please! I’m gonna get eaten!”
An elf, which had heard her call, came up to her and picked her up, flicking the bug away with her free hand. She set Lunelle down on a table below a bulletin board, which she resumed looking at without a word.
Looking up she noticed how big the girl was. "Um, thanks" she said, giving her a faint smile.
She yawned cutely, stretched her beautiful wings, and zoomed into the place, landing gently on the information desk. She scowled. The pen was bigger than her. Kicking it to the floor, she spoke to the lady. "Yo, where do I sleep...hopefully I won't suffocate in the big persons sheets.”
The elf didn’t even look down at her as she said flatly, “Room 150.” Then she left, not even bothering to wave at Lunelle.
Not even going to be quiet Lunelle said aloud, "Gosh, what a weird looking person."
Going into her tall form, Lunelle smiled. ‘Ha!’ she thought, ‘I'm big.’ Smiling, she walked outside and picked up the bug. Setting it in a cage she made appear in her hand she carried it to her room. When she got there, she set it next to the big bed. Sighing she snapped her fingers and was in a cute fluffy birthday dress. It was blue with white ruffles.
"Hm..." Snapping her fingers again, she was in ripped jeans, a ruffled tee shirt and a cute hat. Shrinking again, she walked down the hall smirking. She let her hair fall around her shoulders and looked at the map for something to do.
She sighed. “The gym sounds fun,” she said.
So she made her way, past the rooms and many doors, to the gym. She settled down not too far from a punching bag and began to meditate.
She stayed that way for a few moments, oblivious to anything around her, until she heard something. She looked up and saw there was a punching bag about to smash her. Screaming, she rolled out of the way.
‘Darn elf,’ she thought brushing herself off.
"Nice going retard," she said in disgust, "That’s right were supposed to be friends why not kill me while were at it?"
The elf replied coldly, “I don’t see why not.”
Lunelle pouted. Using all her strength, Lunelle kicked the sandbag over, knocking it on top of the elf making her fall. Smiling, she said sarcastically, "Oops, sorry."
The elf, obviously straining to hold her anger in, turned and left. Seeing her leave, Lunelle knew she had pushed the right buttons.
Yawing, she walked off. Looking at the map, she looked for a nature spot, beach, hot tub, and/or pool. Finding a beach he flew swiftly to it. Looking around, she hovered above the waves. She needed to meditate again...without almost getting crushed. The spray in her tiny face felt so good. She knew it was going to be nice here. But it was going to suck sharing a school with a creepy old elf lady.
Flittering from above the waves, Lunelle turned to the school.
"Phew," she thought when she set foot on the ground. Realizing how exhausted she was, Lunelle headed to her room. Using her wand she changed into some night clothes. She snuggled into bed and whispered a soft good night to no one.
2
Lunelle was so frustrated. Why couldn't she do it? Why couldn't she become even a remotely normal size?
Distressing, she used all her strength to grow. Growing, she opened her eyes. Gasping she realized she wasn't growing. Looking into her own eyes she almost fainted.
"Why is there two of me?" she asked no one who was there. Looking around frantically, she raised her hand. Well she would if she had one, instead of being a real form she was energy. A light form of herself.
"Wah! I’m a ghost! Kinda"
Watching her body fall over because its spirit was flying in front of it, not in it, she almost fainted. She flew to the place she looked for out any form of help...hopefully not that elf. Well, at least her wings looked awesome.
Looking up, Lunelle saw the elf looking at her curiously. She glowed a scary purple glow. "Boo!"
She raised an eyebrow. "You're that fairy, from before?" she asked. She crossed her arms. "Well, once again, you've found yourself in the position of a damsel in distress, am I correct? Would you like me to go get price charming or should I attempt to help you now?"
"No, not a damsel in distress, but your hair does look like one. Any who, I called prince charming pizzeria they should be here any minute,” she paused to let the sarcasm sink in. “Of course I’m not fine, idiot! Go look on the beach and find my body just lying there...What if it gets crushed?! My poor little wings.” She stopped to scowl. “But trust me, unless no one else will help me, I would prefer not to have a grumpy little elf who obviously doesn't like me help. Heh, I did push a bag of sand on you, but only because you almost killed me and interrupted my meditating," she yelled back. Hoping it would scare the crap out of the girl, Lunelle screamed randomly.
She smiled and waved, "Tootaloo for now."
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Looking around, Lunelle fluttered into the night air. Taking in a deep breath she dropped gently to the ground and followed the sound of Francesca's voice. Seeing her and a boy, she stifled a giggle and flew to her shoulder, landing gracefully. She weighed less than a feather but elves had good reflexes she was bound to notice.
Francesca's eyes widened as she felt he land on her shoulder. She quickly grabbed Lunelle tightly and held her to her face. Seeing who it was, she let out an annoyed groan. "Great, it's you," she said.
Gasping for air, Lunelle held out her hand. "Settle down you wacko," she squeaked out. "Truce! Truce!"
Francesca glared her, but released her grip on Lunelle. "What do you want?"
"Who is this?" the boy asked.
Francesca let out a deep breath. "This is Lunelle," she said through her teeth. "Lunelle, meet Larz."
Now able to breath, she nodded to Larz. "Nice to meet you....person," she had no clue what race he was. Holding out her hand again to the obnoxious Francesca, she grimaced. "Truce?"
"Hello Lunelle," Larz said blankly.
A girl’s voice interrupted them. "Hey you guys!"
"Hey," said Francesca. She didn't answer Lunelle.
When he saw Maya, Larz waved, too. "Hey Maya."
A minute of silence passed before Francesca broke. "Alright, fine, whatever. I won't try to kill you if you don't push bags of sand on top of me,'' she said sarcastically, holding out a finger as a substitute hand shake for Lunelle's tiny hand.
Yawning, Lunelle turned to Maya. "’Ello, poppet." Lunelle started to glow, which got on Francesca’s nerves to begin with. "You know, you've got fat fingers." Grabbing Francesca’s pinkie with her tiny hand she shook it and smiled sarcastically.
Francesca held up her hand as if she was going to flick her away, but stopped herself. "Larz, I'm gonna head up to the bell tower, I'll meet you up there, 'kay?" she said through her teeth. Scared for a moment she was going to go flying, Lunelle ducked and covered. She then smiled, she knew she had won.
She flew back to Francesca’s shoulder. "Somebody has a boyfriend," she whispered into Francesca's ear.
Francesca’s face got red hot. She clenched her teeth and her eyes got wide. This time she didn't resist. She lifted her fingers and flicked the tiny body away from her. "You can never mind that truce we were discussing!" she shouted after her.
Hitting the ground hard, Lunelle cried out. Her right wing was broken and her wrist and ankle looked like it too. Sitting up dizzily she blinked a few times and winced.
When she stood, she looked back. It looked to be about 100 meters away from where she could see that brat and Larz.
Limping and gritting her teeth, Lunelle made her way over and took her wand the had been handcrafted by dwarfs. Poofing into her nightclothes with duckies on them, she went over to her room. Wrapping her wrist and ankle in gauze she went to sleep and started dreaming up vendetta against Francesca.
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Yawning, Lunelle got up and walked around the room. Listening carefully, she could hear everything. A flower screaming as it got picked by a little girl, a fly talking to a maggot, the blades of grass whispering secrets no one could understand. Stretching, she yawned once more and changed her outfit into a cute tank top with jeans and a snow white belt with little dangling bells. Looking for something to do, she limped to the map and looked for someplace to go.
Turning to see a centauress shouting “pixie,” Lunelle jumped. Then she nearly fell over when she heard Francesca's strangled scream.
"One: I’m a fae. Two: my name’s Lunelle. Three: See ya!"
Running to see what was wrong, Lunelle was really worried about the girl. But for heaven’s sake, she could go so much faster if her wing wasn't broken her ankle sprained and her wrist swollen and broken.
When she reached the door she burst in just time to see Francesca clinging to Larz, and her face red and she looked like she was crying. Walking over, she glared.
"You’re not very nice, and I shouldn't be here to help you, but here." Taking her wand out of her sleeve, she held the small twig firmly and touched it to her foot; the only part she could reach. She had cast an enchantment of a lullaby that whenever she got scared for the next 123 hours it would play softly to calm her down. "And now you’re not going insane." However, it didn’t seem to work. Francesca still clung to Larz’s waste as he attempted to calm her.
“No,” she repeated over and over into his chest, trembling all the while.
"Will you tell me what happened?" asked Larz.
She nodded her head into his shirt and looked up at him. The tears stopped falling and the trembling stopped. "I remember my nightmare," she said. Her voice was high pitched, clouded by her crying. "I remember the day..." she trailed off and took a deep breath. “...my mother died," she finished. She shivered, pulling herself away from Larz. "I know it's stupid to cry about loosing somebody but," her voice got high-pitched again.
"What was she to you?" he asked about her mother.
Francesca thought a moment before coming up with an answer. "She was everything...All I had," she replied softly.
"Wouldn't you have felt even a little sad after losing your world, your everything?" Larz said.
"But-" Francesca stopped. "Yeah, I guess," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
"Then you shouldn't be so harsh to yourself about feeling sad for your loss." Larz said, "It's alright to feel sad for loss."
Lunelle said, nothing, just watched the scene. It had been a minute since she had gotten there when she heard the centauress from before crying out, "Ogres! Ogres attacking!"
Hear that?" Francesca asked Larz.
"Unfortunately, yes," Larz said in disgust. "Lets go see what’s going on," he said turning to the stairs.
"Woah!" Francesca exclaimed as an arrow whizzed past her head, hardly missing. "No joke, c'mon!" She didn't wait for a reply as she ran down the steps. Larz followed close behind.
Lunelle, too, rushed to see what the commotion was outside. Nearly fainting, she glared at the hideous beasts and fell to her knees at the sight of the dead Francesca and the damage done to everyone else. Clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white, she poofed herself into gleaming white and black small full-bodied armor and pulled out a small sword. Closing her eyes tightly, the panic inside turned to rage and she focused only on becoming larger. Feeling herself grow, she pushed her energy harder, harder, and harder, until when she opened her eyes she was almost the size of Francesca "Yes!"
Rushing to join the battle, she ran up and used what magic she had left to transform Larz's outfit into glistening black armor and stood next to him prepared to join the battle. Unfortunately there was not anything she was powerful enough to do to help Francesca.
Finding that the armor was too heavy, Lunelle poofed out of it and was in a dress her sister had designed. She had to rush because she could only stay this big for a short time.
Swinging her sword, she made contact and winced as blood sprayed. Quickly, she hit the ogre in a few more spots and watched its slow death. Looking back at her broken with and limped and remembered her broken ankle Lunelle got angry and limped into the band of ogres slicing every which way. Sadly, the satisfaction of how large she was came to and end and she fell to the ground unable to slow the fall because of her broken wing. Everything hurt too much to move.
"Oh please, God, don't let them step on me.” Lunelle fought back the pain and tried to stand. All she could see before blacking out was a huge elephant-like foot coming down to trample her.
Looking up at the sky through her almost closed eyes she prayed "Please don't let me die here."
4
A young boy she didn’t recognize came out of the shadows. He leaned over her.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Lunelle looked up and shook her head slightly. It hurt too much to talk. Her body felt like it was frozen, and this big person had surprised her, making her flinch which hurt like hell. Closing her eyes, she felt suddenly cold like it was the middle of winter.
She looked to the left and saw an ogre running towards them. Blinking her eyes, she fought the pain and warned of the approaching enemy. "Big ogre," was all she could manage to get out.
The boy spun around, seeing as the ogre charge. He sent out a flame from his hand and killed it. He quickly turned back to Lunelle.
"We have to get you out of here, it's not safe. I'm going to carry you, is that alright?" He didn't have time to wait for her answer, two more ogres were coming at them. He sent out flames at both of them and picked her up, holding her in his hand close to his chest.
Lunelle bit back a scream. "No! Put me down!"
Thrashing, she ignored how much it hurt. Using everything she had, she healed her wings, but that included a blinding flash of purple light seen for miles.
Finding herself in a room full of white, she stated her one wish. "To go back to before the ogres even came." Knowing that messing with time and space could set everything to disaster, Lunelle didn't make a bigger wish. She just hoped it would work.
Unfortunately, it didn't.
Finding herself just where she used to be, the only thing that had changed was her wings weren’t broken.
"Yes!" she said, pulling out of the big person’s grip.
Lunelle could hear Francesca’s voice behind her. "Lunelle, remember that truce you brought up a while ago?" she asked in a haste, fighting off another ogre as she did so.
Lunelle whizzed around and came up to Francesca’s face. "Be nice or I'll turn your nose purple." Actually, she was entirely serious.
Larz was busy fighting off a few ogres. "Francesca, do you have a plan?" he asked.
Francesca looked to Larz and nodded. Pain and fear clearly entered her expression when she saw how fierce his eyes looked, though she was probably trying to hide it. Turning to the Fae, she said, "Lunelle, I need you to provide a distraction. Think you can do that?" She turned back to Larz. "Remember how I lifted the earth when we were fighting before? I need you to help me. We're gonna make somewhat of an ogre-sandwich. But first, everyone else has to get out of here."
Francesca spun back around to fight off another ogre and saw Kimena. The centauress was fighting three Ogres near Lunelle, Francesca and Larz with her short sword. All over her equestrian body were gashes, cuts and bits of what looked like arrow shafts sticking out of her hide. She reared up on her hind legs to double her size. While she did catch one in the eye with her sharp hooves, another tackled her and they both went crashing to the ground, writhing and fighting each other mercilessly. The other two Ogres joined in, continuing to cut, bite and beat her as she slowly became overpowered.
Francesca quickly took care of her attacker and then transmuted the ogres to implode. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Kimena, I need you to get everyone but Larz and I out of the area, 100 yards at least," Francesca said. She looked around at the dozens of ogres there still were left. "Who was the genius who got these guys’ attention, again?" she said, directing her sarcastic tone at Larz.
"Okay, where do you want them miss bossy? Well never mind I don't care. It'll be done.” Snapping her fingers, Lunelle waited. It didn’t come. Nothing happened. Angry, she snapped them again. Nothing. Screaming in frustration, she snapped them again and finally Lunelle turned a bright purple glow. However, it was no longer needed. Her screamed had sounded something like a mix of a dog howling, an off-tune person singing, a violin squeaking, and a car squealing. The scream had brought the ogres to their knees.
"Okay, I guess? You have until the ogres get up.”
Francesca was as ungrateful as ever. "Thanks, miss snotty," she said before turning back to Larz. "Larz, you ready?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Larz said, "You ready?"
She nodded her head and smiled at him. There was an echoing scream coming from somewhere behind, but Francesca seemed to ignore it. They all watched as two huge slabs of earth rose from the earth, slamming together with each other and crushing the ogres between them.
"Good work," Larz told Francesca.
"Thank you," she said. Then, out of nowhere, she changed the subject. "I'm hungry.”
"I guess we can leave this mess," Larz said. Before leaving Larz smashed the large axe's handle and picked up the blade that was left.
"Race ya there," Francesca teased, turning and running quickly toward the cafeteria.
"What?" Larz said surprised at her head start. He ran after her, and Lunelle decided to follow.
Francesca laughed, but then stopped out of nowhere and waited for Larz to stop, too.
Larz stopped and skidded a little passed her. "What’s wrong?" he asked.
She didn’t say anything, but instead took a few steps forward, gently placed both of her hands of the sides of his arms and pressed her lips against his.
Lunelle's mouth dropped open. Instead of feeling all fuzzy inside she took up her wand as a baton and out f nowhere came the sound of "Here Comes the Bride" played by an orchestra. Though this was a teasing act, Lunelle was for once speechless but still as obnoxious and ever and turned both of their noses purple so that they'd be together forever. Surprisingly, Francesca did nothing but move her hands to Larz’s shoulders.
Pulling her lips apart from his, Francesca held him and embrace as she whispered in his ear, "I love you."
Once they came up for air, Lunelle landed on Francesca's shoulder making sure to be ready to avoid a flick.
However, all that happened was Larz confessing his undying affection for his lovebird in Francesca’s other ear.
Grabbing onto Francesca's ear, she yelled into it, "Can we get a move on you stupid love bird?” Forgetting to be ready to avoid a flick, she hovered in the air in front of Francesca and Larz. Looking at Larz, she scowled. "The ogres are dead and made into a sandwich, so can we please go back to the place. I promise, you two lovebirds can catch up just as well there.”
Larz grabbed Lunelle out of the air by the wings. He merely gave her a mean look and looked at Francesca and asked "What shall we do with her?"
Francesca thought a moment.. "Just flick it," she decided. "It's evil, and it gets her far away."
Lunelle was angry now. Very angry. Digging her teeth deeply into Larz's finger, she squeezed out of his grasp. Extremely angry now, her face was bright red. "Do you really think I can’t get hurt or something? And I am not an it!” Taking up her wand, she had no clue what would happen, but she decided to let her mind take her somewhere. Quickly she chanted the first words that came into her head and flicked her wand. Gasping, she realized what she had done--and she was happy. They would shrink and painfully grow wings. It was an extremely painful operation and couldn't be stopped until the transformation was complete. Lunelle sighed and waited for the process to begin when a thought popped into her head. Since they would be small until she made it otherwise, she would make herself big and flick them into high heaven. The only good and bad thing about this spell was that nothing, no potions, no contradiction spells, no magic charms could take the spell away. except for Lunelle herself chanting the contradiction words.
Francesca clutched her back as she decreased in size. Larz, too, was shrinking, but did not seem to be growing wings. It was if they were refusing to grow. "Lunelle this is taking it a little bit too far," he said.
Lunelle peered at Larz. "Too far, eh? Well should I become as big as I did before and flick both off you into high heaven? Maybe I'll save you from getting eaten-but wait! You’re not growing wings." Frowning, she caught a bird’s feather as it drifted down. Stitching a pair of wings she used sap to glue them to his back and put a small enchantment on them. "Now, I leave you." Changing into some jeans and a camisole with a flick of her wand, Lunelle smiled and zipped away trough the air back to the school. "Don’t even try to undo it. You’ll waste your time," she shouted over her back. Looking back just in time to see Francesca attempting suicide with a stick, Lunelle sighed and headed back. The game was no fun if someone was dead. Grabbing the other side of the stick before it hit Francesca's chest, she said, "I don't think so." Using all of her muscle, she picked her up best she could and flew low and slow back to the school…’this may take a while.’ Lunelle, however, had not stopped Francesca. Performing some sort of alchemy that Lunelle had no way of stopping, Francesca fell, dead, onto the ground. Lunelle screamed. "Do something!” she yelled to Larz. ‘Oh yeah,’ she thought. ‘Elves resurrect. She’ll just come back to life.’ Sadly, the pain would still haunt Francesca. But luckily her wings were almost grown. Tapping her foot, Lunelle waited. "Francesca I don’t care if you’re, dead hurry up!” she said impatiently.
Francesca opened her eyes. “What do you want?" she asked, annoyed.
"You have to learn how to fly-or I can fly away and leave you for the birds." Flying wasn't as easy as it seemed. You had to know your back muscles. A certain combination of flexing made you rise fall and turn.
Francesca glared deeply and crossed her arms. "Or you could change us back to normal." It was more of an order than a suggestion. Lunelle pretended to think for a moment before saying, “No.”
Francesca gave an annoyed look. "You still owe me!" The centauress from before came up and almost stepped on Larz and Francesca. “Woah!” exclaimed the tiny girl. She cursed aloud. "Lunelle turn us back, now!" she yelled.
"Lunelle?" She tilted her head. "You did this to them? You should know that they shouldn't be that size unless that is their species," she frowned.
"Kimena, right? Thank you," said Francesca.
Kimena nodded. "I recognize that spell that she used. I think I know how to counter it but it's really tricky." she put a forefinger to her chin in thought.
Francesca looked excited. "Please do! Test it on me, first, I won't die so there's no risk!"
Kimena kept thinking. "Let's see. It's one of those Imitation Transfiguration spells, so since Lunelle was a fae then she turned you into one too," she looked at Larz. "Larz must not be fully organic or otherwise he would've grown wings by now. The counter spell is similar to the offending spell, but how do I turn you back without changing you into a Centaur.....? Oh I know!" She pulled out one of her arrow heads and pricked her finger, letting a drop of blood form on the tip of her finger. Crouching low, she said a few words similar to what Lunelle said and held her finger to Francesca. "Close your eyes and drink it. But don't touch it with your hands."
Francesca looked at the blood in utter disgust. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and did as she was told. ''Ew," she said once she had finished.
Kimena lifted her hand again and pressed on her finger with her thumb to stop the bleeding. "Yeah, I don't know what Vampires see in it," she smiled. "I don't know if it'll be painful or not, but I'm sure I said the right words so you wouldn't turn into a Centaur."
"Oh no you don't!" Lunelle’s fun wasn't over yet and this centaur wasn't going to ruin it. "The rule with fairy spells is only the castor can undo it unless the person gives up something like the color of your hair, or maybe all your memories before you were 12." Swiftly she flew up to the centaur and bopped her on the nose with her wand chanting something "That should teach you." She smiled. The centaur couldn't stop it, she would soon be sprouting wings and be Lunelle’s size. "Ooh what fun this game will be with four people!"
Kimena, however, didn't change at all. "And if you've ever banged two brain cells together, then you would know that we Centaurs are impervious to all magics but our own, so there's nothing you can do to me." She blew Lunelle away. "And I did give something up to Francesca to change her back. She has a fragment of my soul, which is much more potent than any memory or color of hair."
Lunelle was getting annoyed. "That’s it I hate you all! You’d give up your soul for someone who I was gonna change back anyway when you don't even intervene when I'm going to probably die when they flick me to my death. You hate me and I hate you right back! I can't believe this she was just small! But no! When I'm going to break a few bones and maybe get eaten you don’t even care! They were planning on how to torture me so I turn them small, so you give up your soul!?! I'm leaving." Popping a full suitcase into her hands, Lunelle left without even looking back, accidentally pricking her wing on a tree branch and falling head first into the lake. Francesca, who had been flying after Lunelle, burst into laughter at the sight of this.
"Loser," she said quietly and flying back to Kimena. "Now what?"
Lunelle was angry. Very angry. She had never used her magic to hurt someone, but that was about to change. She cast a charm to keep that centaur out of the way. Now she couldn't interfere. Taking her wand out she sent a full on magic missile at Francesca. It would have caused pain not death, if Francesca hadn’t dodged it.
Francesca stopped flapping her wings and just hardly missed the spell Lunelle had cast. She dropped down and hit the ground hard. She must have broken a rib on her left and maybe her arm, too. She groaned in pain and stood up, cursing quietly to herself.
Her sweetheart Larz quickly ran to her side. “Sorry I was too slow to react for some reason,” he said, kneeling beside her.
Francesca nodded and forced a smile. "Thanks, I should be fine." Francesca looked really angry at Lunelle.
Lunelle was getting angry too, but for a different reason. She had been put though so much pain and no one cares but a little spell that’s not even permanent, they flip out. "I was thinking on turning you back but I think not now, unless little miss perfect wants to give up the other half of her soul to yours truly, then you come find moa and you know after that I’m thinking it'll take a lot of convincing. Getting an idea she focused all her energy. Feeling herself get taller made her dizzy but she reached down and picked up the two and started walking towards the school. This game wasn't over and this centaur wasn't going to ruin her fun, again.
"I may have a way to get out of this mess,” Larz told Francesca from his position in Lunelle’s hand.
"You do?" Francesca looked over at him. "Thank goodness, I have no clue," she said, gratefully. "How?"
"I will have to do something... forbidden." he said with a solemn look. And then, in a flash, he was gone.
"Larz!" Francesca shrieked. Frantically trying to release herself from Lunelle's grip, Francesca thrashed about.
Disgusted at their struggle to get out of something she would have gotten them out of anyway, Lunelle gave an evil smile. Larz might have been gone, but Francesca was still there. Luckily for Lunelle wounds don't heal by magic or anything for a while after metamorphosis, any kind. Looking at Francesca, she threw her roughly on the ground then immediately picked her up and flicked her. No one that size could stop the fall well, certainly no one who hadn’t been taught to fly.
"Wherever you are Larz, leaving her wasn't a good idea, it was a good thing that the shield from the centaur had kept working.
Suddenly, Larz was back. He was back to normal size and just in time to catch Francesca and keep her from harm again.
"Good." Since she was his size now, she viciously ripped Francesca from his grip and threw her the opposite direction.
Larz reacted quickly and grabbed Francesca carefully in midair. Larz held her securely. He put her in his jacket.
Lunelle looked Larz in the eye. Glaring, she was extremely ready to take it. Squaring him in the face she was ready to knock out his teeth. "But I’m afraid no matter how much I may disgust you, you disgust me ten fold more. The fact that you flicking me and I almost got eaten by a bird wasn't enough but the fact that you didn't even care! That makes me furious! You’re small, who gives a care? Obviously I have to live like that but you go to extreme levels to make yourself big! You all suck!" If this plan didn't work out she was moving to plan B. it used no magic, therefore no one could resist. If they thought wings hurt well nothing could stop them from suffering from plan B. Not that stupid centaur not even that stuck up jerk Larz. He wouldn’t have time to worry about the girl, he would be on his knees. Frowning, Lunelle grabbed his jacket and instantly chanted a few words. His feet were wrapped with roots so he was rooted to the ground. Taking Francesca out of the jacket, she looked down at the limp bruised body. "You know that you deserve it. I felt the same you do now, except no one stuck up for me." Shrugging, she threw her as far as she possibly could and as quickly. Faster than a centaur, the little body soared threw the air. Turning back to Larz, she smiled and popped the roots off. "Being human, I would take your legs and go pick her up, wherever she is." Feeling herself get dizzy as the ground came to meet her she was small again and miserable. Poofing hr running shoes on she flew to Francesca’s body. Hopefully she’d still be alive.
Larz merely walked over to Francesca and gave a sorrowful look. He then picked her up and headed toward the bell tower.
Lunelle half felt bad. Thinking, she flew up and bopped him on the nose. "The only magic word that humans know would have worked: please." She then walked to her dorm. She was leaving this wacky place. As she was packing her suit case, by hand for once, she sang a poem that she had written just the other day.
When she finished her song, Kimena came up from behind. "Lunelle," she said quietly. "Don't run away. I just want to help heal you."
Lunelle flinched at the sound of the centaur's voice. "Leave me alone." Grabbing her headphones, she popped them on and turned the volume way up high.
Kimena ignored her statement and sprinkled a powder over Lunelle's wings, making the powder glow a light blue upon contact with the wounds and started to heal them. A sensation of warmth, like just coming out of a long bath and refreshed with energy Spread through her body.
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