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"you're not from here. Who are you?"
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@bellexaurora
"you're not from here. Who are you?"
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"Hello Aurora."
Wild Things [Aurora || Olleana]
Ollie had never imagined the world outside of the moors. When she was just a little impling the queen Maleficent had erected thick briars to surround and protect the moors from human interference. Now that the briars were gone the changeling, now almost full-grown decided it was time to venture past what she knew into a world full of the unfamiliar.
It wasn't simply wandering that fueled the faerie, but a deep a desire to find someplace to belong. No one had ever been cruel to her, but growing up without someone to look up to took its toll on the girl. She changed from form to form wildly and with no control. It had gotten to the point where she could go days without seeing her true face, only constantly seeing the world through other people's eyes. Deep down she knew without another changeling to show her what to do she'd never reclaim her own face.
She was walking through a densely wooded area, trying to make her way to a the nearest village by sundown when a sharp snap caught her attention. Before the pointed ears she wore could pinpoint the location she felt a searing pain surround her ankle. Ollie screeched, frantically clawing at her ankle to reveal a thick iron chain bound to her, keeping her tied to a nearby tree. The pain from her ankle spread as the iron pierced her flesh and coursed through her blood, she could feel hot tears wetting her cheeks.
"Help!" She cried, her voice shrill and desperate. "Please, someone!"