Leaves rustled as two objects streaked across the canopy of the Forest of Memories. The one had lilac-coloured skin and gossamer wings while the other had light skin and was standing atop a glowing, stretched out oval like a surfer.
It was but a scant few days since Llyle’s arrival in the dream world of Avalon, where physics works in ways unlike those on Earth. In those few days, Llyle had been practicing exhaustively to hone his naturally fine talent, though his progress was so rapid that Arthur had begun running out of things to ask Llyle to create. That was why Llyle and his fae friend were out flying around.
Llyle had wanted a way to get himself around without walking or being flown by a faerie. This was the solution. A board he could surf the air on and control as he wanted. His control of moving Stars was not as great as that for changing them, but he was constantly improving. The racing was, in itself, training though the boy didn’t consider it such. Zipping through the air with Lizzy was too fun to be called practice.
Another reason for the hooliganism was the fact that Llyle only had something else today later on in the day and so flying around seemed like a great idea. It also meant they could get to the docks in the Port when they needed to. Hopefully the Captain wasn’t as strict with punctuality was teachers were, just in case they were a bit late.
After racing with each other for a while, the two friends dipped through a hole in the canopy. They nipped left and right, avoiding the thick tree limbs that jutted out in front of them. Llyle, of course, had more dodging to do since there was more of him for a limb to clip if he wasn’t quick enough.
He looked over at Lizzy while she expertly nipped around and under branches. He marvelled at her agility, though he knew it was due to her having flown for longer than he had. Before Llyle knew it, I branch thicker than his waist appeared, causing him to bend over backwards to avoid it.
After bending back up, Llyle breathed a heavy sigh while Lizzy stifled a giggle. He giggled too when he realised the tree wouldn’t have hurt him, though he was sure his pride would have had quite the dent in it. He looked over at his friend and saw her indicate that they should fly back up through the canopy, where it was safer.
After flying back through, they flew a bit more sedately over the oddly flat plain of the forest’s canopy; with Llyle sitting on his board and Lizzy fluttering close by. She looked at him, curiosity in her eyes. “Do you miss anything besides your family, Llyle?” She asked, hoping the question wouldn’t cause any hurt.
He thought for a few minutes before shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose, in a way, I miss adults telling me not to do certain things because those things were dangerous and I could get hurt doing them,” he replied, scrunching his eyebrows together.
“Why would that be? Could you really get hurt, unlike here?”
“You definitely could,” he said, looking down at the scars on his knees. He thought of how the scrapes always looked red and angry after being cleaned, as if his skin was showing its displeasure are being scraped like that. The scabs that always formed when blood seeped out of the scrapes weren’t that great to look at either. Llyle sighed softly.
Lizzy looked worried when he sighed. “Did I perhaps ask something I shouldn’t have?”
He smiled and shook his head. “No,” he said. “You didn’t. Even though I can do whatever I want here, whether it’s dangerous or not, I do miss being reminded that certain things are dangerous and shouldn’t be done even if they seem like it would be fun.”
“Such as almost flying into a branch?” Lizzy asked, her worry receding.
“Exactly. It was fun, but not the best of ideas when you’re alive.” Llyle giggled softly and thought about how silly he was he was to worry about getting hurt here, but then he shuddered at the imagined pain that would have wracked his tiny body.
“Is something wrong, Llyle?” Lizzy asked softly but he shook his head. Thinking about his living body made Llyle’s mind starting wandering, searching his memories, wondering what had happened to him.
A blurry image materialised in the distance, slowly coming closer and into focus. He was in a beach buggy, standing in the back. He had been to the beach with his Uncle, a boat attached to the back of the buggy. Llyle was looking around the beachfront while they drove, the breeze from the open-topped car blowing through his hair. The car was going a bit fast but Llyle hadn’t cared. It was fun and the wind was cooling. There was a hard jolt as the buggy hit a pothole, causing Llyle to fall out of the buggy and onto the road. He felt the trailer’s tire hit his head.
Llyle suddenly grabbed his head and started screaming hard and long. He and his board fell through the Forest’s canopy, his screams following him down. Meanwhile, Lizzy stared on in shock. She watched him fall, and then darted after him when he disappeared through the leaves.
“Llyle!” she shouted as she zoomed down after him while dodging limbs. She found him at the base of a thick, lying unmoving between a pair of buttress roots. Lizzy nudged him gently, softly saying his name. Llyle didn’t react at all, so she did the best thing she could think of. Lizzy launched herself off the ground and sped through the forest as fast as her fragile wings and agility would let her, her platinum blond hair a blur as the wind from her passage whipped it back. She had to get to Arthur!