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Chapter 37 - Always running away

The water whispered softly, its gentle sounds weaving through the night air, while a breezy wind rustled the grasses, carrying the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers. Petals danced on the breeze, twirling gracefully beneath the dark, starry sky, illuminated only by the shimmering moonlight.

In this tranquil haven, Snowflake, a small, spirited bunny, reveled in the peace that surrounded her. She hopped playfully by Alicia's side, her fluffy white tail bouncing with every joyful leap. Suddenly, her attention was captured by the flicker of fireflies, their soft glow beckoning her into the night. Without a second thought, Snowflake left Alicia's side, drawn to the enchanting lights that twinkled like scattered stars.

As she hopped further into the meadow, the thrill of the chase filled her heart. But then, the tranquility shattered. A rustling sound emerged from the grass, unsettling and foreign, like something lurking in the shadows. Snowflake froze mid-hop, her instincts kicking in as she turned her large, attentive ears toward the source of the sound. The rustle grew louder, creeping closer, and a sense of danger washed over her. She remembered her mother's warnings: many creatures were drawn to the sweetness of young bunnies like herself.

Her heart raced as she looked around, her small frame tense with apprehension. In this serene world, something sinister lurked, hidden beneath the beauty of the night, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Snowflake's heart raced as the rustling grew louder, a cacophony that echoed ominously through the stillness of the night. In a flurry of soft fur and anxious energy, she bounded back to where Alicia lay sleeping, snuggling into the warmth of her hands, seeking solace in the familiar touch.

Alicia stirred slightly at the disturbance, her eyes fluttering open, still clouded with sleep. "What is it, Snowflake? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Her voice was thick with drowsiness, a soft murmur barely piercing the veil of night.

But Snowflake refused to heed Alicia's gentle admonishment. The unsettling sounds echoed in her mind, drawing closer with each heartbeat. She burrowed deeper into Alicia's palm, her tiny body trembling. "Just let me sleep, at least," Alicia sighed, stifling a yawn as she cradled Snowflake closer. "We can play tomorrow."

As Alicia turned to nestle back into her slumber, Snowflake felt a mixture of fear and uncertainty. She peeked out from the safety of Alicia's hands, using her long ears to shield her eyes. What could it be? The shadows danced and flickered around her, but one figure stood out, emerging slowly from the darkness.

A chill swept through the air as a tall, mysterious man stepped into the moonlight, his silhouette striking against the starry backdrop. In one hand, he wielded a gleaming sword, its blade glinting menacingly, catching the moonlight in a way that sent shivers down Snowflake's spine. His face was obscured, shrouded in shadow, but a hint of malice flickered in his posture.

Snowflake's instincts screamed at her to flee, but she was frozen, caught in the web of fear and confusion. She could feel the weight of danger pressing in on her, and her tiny heart raced faster than ever.

He stepped closer, the glint of his sword shimmering ominously in the moonlight as he raised it high. Snowflake's heart plummeted into her stomach, and she instinctively covered her eyes with her ears, unable to bear witness to the horror she feared was about to unfold. In that moment, she felt a wave of despair wash over her, certain that both she and Alicia were about to meet a grim fate.

But then, something unexpected happened. The sword vanished into thin air, dissolving like mist before the dawn. The mysterious figure bent low, peering at the sleeping princess with an expression that shifted from menace to something almost... curious. "You're always running away, never ready to stand up for yourself, hmm?" he mused, a warm grin spreading across his face, a stark contrast to the danger that had just lingered in the air.

In a fluid motion, he used his telekinesis to lift Alicia gently from the grass, cradling her in the air as if she were a delicate flower. Snowflake watched in stunned silence, her little heart racing as Alicia floated, seemingly weightless, suspended between dreams and reality.

Just as he was about to turn away, his gaze fell upon the trembling bunny. Snowflake could feel his eyes on her, and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, hoping to vanish into the shadows. "Hmm, she still has an ally with her…" he remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Tentatively, he reached out a hand toward her, his fingers curling slightly as he approached. Snowflake, compelled by an instinct deeper than fear, dropped her ears just enough to peek out. What was he going to do? Was this the end, or could it be something entirely different?

To her surprise, the man did not strike. Instead, he extended his hand slowly, allowing her a choice to flee or to stay. Snowflake hesitated, the conflict raging within her. In this charged moment, she felt a strange pull toward the figure, as if some unspoken bond connected them.

With a sudden burst of courage, she hopped forward, her little paws finding their way onto his outstretched hand. The man looked astonished, his smirk widening as he raised his hands to eye level, and Snowflake found herself cradled in the warmth of his palm.

"You're braver than you look," he chuckled softly, rubbing her velvety fur with gentle strokes. Snowflake nestled against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her tiny body, a soothing melody that calmed her frayed nerves.

Suddenly, the petals that had been swept along by the winds began to swirl wildly, forming a small tornado that danced across the meadow. The creatures of the night fled in panic, instinctively sensing the powerful energy that surged within the whirling winds. A shape began to materialize inside the vortex, as if the very essence of nature was weaving a being from the fabric of the storm.

As the tornado reached its zenith, it revealed a pair of delicate feet, followed by graceful hands, and then more of the figure emerged. A breathtaking girl took form, her long, deep purple hair cascading like a waterfall down her shoulders, styled in soft waves that framed her face with elegance. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered like amethysts, a striking purple that glowed with an inner light, captivating anyone who dared to meet her gaze.

Her jawline was subtle and graceful, complementing her delicate, small nose. Pink, heart-shaped lips curved into a serene smile, adding to her enchanting allure. Her skin glowed like porcelain, smooth and soft, exuding a beauty that felt ethereal, as though she were a being from a dream.

As the tornado, once a roaring beast of wind and fury, began to slow, the spiraling winds lost their ferocity, gradually dissipating like a fading memory. With each passing moment, the storm revealed the complete form of the girl, her gown crafted from the very essence of the night sky. The fabric shimmered like stardust, transitioning from deep sapphire hues at the bodice to lighter shades of twilight cascading down to the ground.

The long, translucent sleeves fluttered gracefully with her movements, as if they carried the whispers of the wind itself. Delicate, glowing floral patterns adorned the gown, their soft luminescence illuminating the intricate embroidery that danced with every step she took. The fitted bodice sparkled with tiny, gemstone-like embellishments, each gem catching the light and casting fleeting rainbows across the marble floor. The skirt flowed like a river of dreams, voluminous yet weightless, its layers of tulle creating an aura that felt otherworldly, as if she were part of the very fabric of the night.

As the tornado fully dissipated, the girl stood before Snowflake and Lucian, a radiant vision of beauty and grace. A smile crossed her lips, warm and inviting, as she stepped forward, her voice soft and melodic. "Lucian! What are you doing there for so long?" Her words flowed like a gentle breeze, capable of melting the hardest of hearts.

Lucian turned, momentarily taken aback by her presence. "I—" he started, but the words caught in his throat as he absorbed the enchantment of the girl before him.

Violet stood close to him, her arms still tingling from the brief contact with Lucian's form. She waited for him to say something anything but his silence hung between them like an impenetrable wall. Finally, he broke it, his voice cold and distant. "You've transformed back," he said, his tone devoid of the warmth she had longed to hear.

Closing the space between them, Violet hugged him again, her slender arms wrapping around his rigid frame. For a moment, he stiffened, caught off guard by her boldness. "Aren't you happy to see me like this?" she whispered, her voice soft but edged with vulnerability. "Why are you always so cold, even to me?"