Fiona, the Lost Druid
The light shined in through the window and warm light filling the room, illuminating all within. Slowing, something began to stir, within the bed of roses that made the room, filling it with green and red. Near the wall set a bed in which the bushes wrapped around, an arm slowly emerged from the brush, and a yawn echoed the vibrant room. And from the brush awoke a woman, her eyes droopy as she began to stretch.
Slowly getting out of the bed, the roses moved away, creating a path for her, and she walked to the shut window, without a shred of cloth on her skin. Reaching it over she opened it, and a blast of cold greeted her flesh and flakes of snow flew in. Leaning over she placed her elbows on windowsill and looked out.
And slowly birds began to gather on the fire escape in front of her. Black birds cawing as they looked at her, their heads tilted. She smiled, “Sorry about this, I know its cold out here.” She whispered softly to the crows.
And so she held out her hand and with a soft green glow seeds appeared in her palm. And like the birds hopped over to her hand and began to peck at the seeds, gobbling them up with wild abandon. She watched on with a small smile and reached over with her free hand, giving the birds a pat on the head. And like that the pact was struck, and their once pitch black feathers took on a red hue.
Stepping away from the window still she let them into the warm, and closed the window. She then began to hum and grabbed a bowl and filling it with more seeds and berries for them to eat. No doubt they were starving. "Here you go!" She told them cheerfully, as if they could understand her.
They were her friends, the only ones she had in this strange place, so she would help them, such precious little lives that most overlooked, but not her.
She was a druid after all.
