[@Cuccoruler]

The king shook his head at the faerie's news. [color=fff200]"No. That won't be necessary. If we were to that, it would only worsen the situation... Instead I will assign a small team of soldiers to go and retrieve her. Until that time, go and assist those who are in need of help. Understood? "[/color] The old man replied to the faerie.

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[@Karos][@Narcotic Dollie][@Sarcelle Renard][@SouffleGirl123]

[i]While Octavia slept, she had a familiar dream... Or perhaps a forgotten memory resurfacing for the first time in a long while. She saw a much smaller, younger version of herself, with bright orange hair, and a young boy with black wings. The two of them seemed to be playing together at the border. Suddenly, the young version of herself tripped and fell into the dark world. Her hair instantly darkened to the shade of auburn red that she currently had. Her play mate had kneeled down beside her and tried to comfort the sobbing child version of herself, kissing better the injury on her hand. The two then smiled and giggled before returning to their games, happier than ever. 

At one point, the two had stopped playing and Octavia touched the boy's jet black wings with an awe struck expression. [color=ed1c24]" Your wings... They're so pretty...! "[/color] The small angel said. [color=ed1c24]"Let's play again tomorrow, OK?"[/color]

A wave of sadness swept over her as Octavia heard those words as she knew that she wasn't going to see her playmate tomorrow... Or ever again. [/i]

Octavia slowly opened her eyes and blinked slowly glancing at her surroundings while in a daze. However, one man caught her attention. [color=ed1c24][i]" Black... Wings...? "[/i][/color] She reached out as far as she could, just barely able to touch the tips of his wings with the tips of her fingers. 

[color=ed1c24]" Your wings... They are so beautiful... "[/color] Octavia murmered softly, smiling gently. Her arm fell limp and back to her side once more.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her. She found herself unable to breath and her throat burned like embers covered the insides of her lungs. Her body arched upwards and she gasped for air as she struggled to breath. She veins, for a few moments, turned an inky black. Octavia cried out in pain  as she broke out into a fierce sweat and tears flowed heavily from her eyes, before the pain and agony disappeared altogether. She rolled onto her side and black blood poured heavily from her mouth as she coughed furiously between gasps for air until the blood from her mouth turned to its usual crimson color.  

There she lay breathing exasperated, heavy breathes as the black blood froze onto the ground and on her face. An abundance of frost had accumulated on her body. She could now see with both eyes as her breathes stabilized. [color=ed1c24]" Where... Am I..? "[/color]