Katrina walked slowly beside the quietly bubbling brook. She was safe here, at least for a little bit. The huge house loomed behind her like a ominous beacon pulling her back. She finally sat down by a small cluster of trees. Her trees, or so she thought. Life had gotten so complicated so fast. What happened to the old days when she could sit around and day dream. Without the weight of responsibilities. Without the pain.
A dark figure stepped out from behind a tree. "You could have that again," it said in a breathy whisper.
"Who are you?" Katrina asked.
The dark shadow laughed. "Even if I told you, you would not be able to comprehend." The shadow stepped out further. It was a man, or maybe a woman, with impossibly beautiful features and long slender arms. Every once in a while, if the light hit just right it almost looked like part of the tree.
"You're a feary," Katrina said suddenly comprehending. "But fearies don't exist. Their just, well, fairy tales."
The creature hissed. "Just because you have forgotten does not mean we cease to exist."
"But how? Doesn't technology hurt? This must be the last place on earth that is still green"
The creature laughed. "Who do you think made that technology?"
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