She dragged her body along the floor. Nails clawing and taring it the grass.
She fought for words but none escaped her lips.
It was agonizing to watch.
The girl gave a twitch. And then a cough. Blood splattered over her dress.
And Icy had never felt such anger in a long time. She didn't even like the fairy, but there was something about watching her suffer like this that made her fridge blood boil.
They were enemies, and yet, Icy felt obliged to fight in her defense.
Perhaps it was the 'nobody messes with her but me' mentality.
Whatever it was, Icy found herself on her feet and storming towards...
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