She sucked up her bravery, what eve the consequences may be, and flew over quietly. What Farryn saw disgusted her in every way possible. The fairy saw a boy in a green tunic, covered in his own blood, lying face down.

Farryn landed near him, curiosity replacing the disgust that once lurked in her entire being. She reached down and flicked away his hat, jumping away from the boy as she did so. The boys hair was turning dark brown from the blood.

She then flicked away the hair that was covering his eyes, squeaking in fear a little. But then, as she continued to look at him, she began to feel pity for him. "The poor thing" she whispered to herself, "I can't just leave him here"

The problem was, could she carry him?