The Fairy and the Hunter

In a far, far away forest where trees are tall as skyscrapers and flowers that bloom in winter, there lived a young fairy who is ethereal in sight. She has long blond flowing hair that is decorated with pink flowers; she treads the Earth with her bare feet with gentle and grace. The lovely fairy is known for her elegance and beauty that men would visit her on a fine, sunny day. She would give them a warm welcome; a warm smile that can even warm the coldest being. And men would instantly worship her with an unquestionable obedience. 

One day, a handsome hunter ventures into the forest to search for a rare fox. He comes gallantry and swift as the coursing river. He would leap in trees with his daring yet graceful movements; monkeys and birds were no matched by his skill. The young fairy, of course, noticed the hunter and has instantly become fascinated with him. Thus, she follows him secretly. She would be in awe whenever the hunter would dodge the ferocious attacks of the boar or how he would climb up tall trees to know where he is. 

Ah, she's been helplessly fascinated by him. And so the young fairy waits. She waits and waits for a chance that she could approach him. 

After several hours, the young hunter decides to rest near still waters. He leans on a big tree, catching up his breath from exhaustion. The fairy then sees this as an opportunity to show herself. 

"My, a traveler," She says in a calm voice as she appears, sitting on a branch of a tree just across him. The hunter widens his eyes; his exhaustion immediately fades like a popped bubble. 

The fairy laughs and jumps off the tree; her eyes twinkle with mischief as she takes steps towards him. The hunter immediately stands up, his eyes darting in one place to another--his confidence diminished. 

"I..uh," He stumbles, words unable to flow,

"Don't be afraid, traveler," The fairy is now in front of him, smiling. 

"Forgive me m'lady for my manners," He laughs awkwardly and bows in a stilted manner. 

"You must be famished, come," She turns her back away from him and the hunter follows the fairy, like a person on a spell. 

They walk and walk through the forest; the hunter not knowing where they are going. However, he does not question her. On the contrary, he is in high spirits as he will finally be with the fairy that he has fallen in love a few minutes ago. 

The sky turns bleak; mist surrounds them and the path becomes filled with thorns and other ghastly things. The smell of death fills the atmosphere and there is no sign of life, just death. However, the hunter does not care as he just wants to follow the young fairy no matter where she goes. 

Even if he's being led to his death.