H E C A T E  POV

She was perfect. Perfect bait to get my revenge. A simple pawn in an ocean of dismay. It was I, who had planted the spell in her mind. And now she was about to break. All those years of pent up anger and it was all about to come pouring out at my will. I am Hecate. A name most people haven't heard of in centuries. A name they never want to hear uttered again. And I don't blame them. I took out a small vial attached to a twine rope around my neck and touched it out of habit. It was powerful water. Something that had been used to heal someone very special to me. 

My mother

She had once been the most evilest villain the world had ever seen, and I had admired that. I was raised to want bad. To inflict pain. And I still want to do so. After my mother's soul had been cleansed, she tried to get me to do the same. But I didn't want to become good. I didn't want to help others. I wanted to continue my mother's legacy. Well, I guess late mother's legacy. The day she drank that water was the very same day she died. As far as I know, she's no longer with me. 

The day when I refused to drink the water, my mother had banished me from my own kingdom. She erased the mere existence of me from everyone else's mind. Which is why I'm here. This is my plan of revenge. But right now, I have to execute everything carefully. As far as the king and queen know, Maeve is the only fairy in their kingdom. So now, I just need to make sure everything she does go wrong. 

This should be fun

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M A E V E

I looked around me and saw chaos. Splintered wood lay scattered around the market, people quivering with fear. I gasped lightly. I had caused all of this. I was the source of everything wrong. I would always be the one screw-up in this kingdom of perfection. The one always making mistakes. The one who always brought the bad to the good. Because as far as they know, I am the bad guy.

My mouth let out a staggered sob and I ran away, my feet pounding on the soft stones leading me farther away from the market. I kept running, my breathing was ragged and my heart was pounding. Sweat dripped down my face and ran down into my eyes, stinging them. I groaned in annoyance. Every small action just seemed to push my anger even more. My mind had a million thoughts that were left unanswered. I kept running until I was stopped short by a  tree root sticking out of the ground and I soon tripped, my face already starting to bruise from the rough impact. I yelled out in annoyance and felt tears run down my face again. But these were the kind of tears that hurt. It hurt not only your mental well being, but it hurt feeling as they slowly trickled down into the small cuts and scratches among your face. 

"How is it we keep meeting at bad times?" I heard a voice say from above me. I stared upward and saw Sawyer. I felt my cheeks flush red at him seeing me in such a deranged state. He held his hand towards me, offering to help me up. I gratefully nodded and accepted it.

"Not really sure," I said, sniffling lightly. He noticed my small cuts and bruises. My bloodshot eyes and birds-nest hair, and his forehead creased with worry. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, his tone now laced with anxiousness. 

"Yeah," I responded, as I lifted up my arm to move a stray piece of hair, but soon winced as pain shot through it. Almost as if he could read my mind, he moved his hand up and stroked it behind my ear. "Better?" he whispered? I felt shivers sent down my spine from the warmness of his breath. "Yes," I said softly.

"Why don't you come with me?" He said, drinking in the rest of my injured appearance. "It looks like those cuts need to be treated." 

We walked on for a while, talking about our interests and hobbies. It was actually quite fun. I was mentally debating whether or not to tell him that I was a fairy, but just as I reached my decision, we soon arrived at a small house. It wasn't the nicest, but it was better than what most people had.

He opened the door, and helped me inside. It was cozy and warm, the crackling of the fireplace was heard and the soft 'purrs' coming from a small kitten. I gasped lightly and walked over to the delicate creature. "You like cats?" Sawyer called out. "Yeah, but I prefer dogs," I responded, while playing with the tiny kitten. "I see," he said while going through through the cabinets, looking for medical supplies. He grabbed a couple of items and walked over to me. "Here, come sit," Sawyer said while gesturing to the small couch made of straw. I nodded and followed his instructions. "Now, hold still," he said, while adding some alcohol to a small cloth made of cotton. "Alright," I responded timidly. 

He applied the alcohol to my cuts and I groaned in pain. "Just a little bit more," He said while applying it to my small wounds. I shut my eyes tightly and bit down on my cheeks, the metallic taste of blood leaking through my mouth. "Done," he said while wrapping up my arms with bandages. "Thank you," I said gratefully. "No problem," he responded while pulling me into a hug. I was so shocked that it was hard for me to relax. Fireworks were going off in my mind and stars were in my eyes, but at the same time my body just froze because I was in shock. He released, and looked into my eyes, searching for a reaction. I gave him a small smile and thanked him one more time before walking out.

What the heck was that? My conscience said with almost a teasing tone

It was nothing, I said arguing with myself

Keep telling yourself that, because soon, it will become everything

Hello Hello! I am so very sorry for the late update! I had the WORST case of writers block! Anyways, here is, TWQ

Today we will be interviewing... Sunflower! The  Sensitive/Caring one

Interviewer: Hello Sunflower!

Sunflower: Hi! I can't tell you how excited I am to be here! 

Interviewer: Thank you, it's been a while since we've had an appreciative wolf here

Sunflower: No problem! Now lets get started

Interviewer: Alrighty, first question. What do you think of Sawyer?

Sunflower: Well, he just seems like such a sweetheart! Caring for Maeve like that? Such a gentleman!

Interviewer: I agree. Now, tell me, do you have someone like Sawyer in your life?

Sunflower: I wish, for now, I spend my days babysitting the pups.

Interviewer: I pray for your soul. I have seen how they are like first hand, and I can tell you, it's not plesant.

The Interviewer reaches up and cautiously touches his toupee

Sunflower: Well, it seems that my lunch break is over! I will see you next time on...

Interviewer: The Wolf's Questions!