Author's Note: There are going to be some creatures coming up that you may not know of. I'll make a new post to describe them. On to the story!

Chapter 3- Friend or Foe?

Rosemary sighed. She grabbed a small sweater and ran down the stairs and stepped out on the stone porch.

"What do you want now?" she asked angrily. She immediately felt bad for it because his normal, empty expression was replaced by one of sorrow.

Now it was Philip's turn to sigh as he sat down on the porch next to where she was standing. She sat down too; her eyes never left his and he never looked at her.

Philip laughed softly and said, "Remember when we were younger? Things were so much easier then. I'd give anything to just go back there."
"Me too," she said in almost a whisper, "Will you just tell me what's wrong?"
"This war is too big for us to handle; for me to handle."
"Philip, what's going on?" She was becoming afraid. It was out of character for him to talk like that, especially to her.
"I've messed up Rosie. I don't think I can fix it." His face showed that his mind was somewhere else- he wasn't hearing a word that she was saying.
"Philip," she said in a whisper as she touched his shoulder, "what's wrong?"
He looked at her for the first time since she got outside. "I'm sorry," was all he said before turning away again.

Rosemary struggled to refrain from crying. She didn't know what Philip was going on about, but she knew that whatever it was had to do with her parents.

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Seeley watched from above and when she was sure that the man and the woman weren't going to be able to see her, she flew off of the other side of the roof and into the trees. She was suddenly very sad and didn't know why. She leaned on the trunk of a nearby tree and wept. She didn't know why she was crying, she just was.

"Is everything alright?" a strange voice from behind her asked. Seely quickly spun around and saw, through her blurry vision, a tall man with a very pale face and black eyes. He wore a mischievous smirk on his face. He moved like he wasn't touching the ground and his long, black robes grazed the ground as he swept out in front of her.
"Who are you?" Seely asked in a quivering voice.
"Are you fairies always so friendly?" he asked sarcastically. She just stared at him. Something about him made her stay there when she just wanted to run away. "My name is Torrin," he said, "What is yours?"

"Seely," she said. She wasn't sure if he was someone to trust or not, but she didn't run away.

"That's an unusual name for a fairy, is it not?"
"I suppose." The silence that followed was awkward for Seely as she tried to determine who he was. He was unlike any human she had ever seen, but she didn't know what exactly he was. The wind picked up quickly and, for just a second, his mischievous smirk was gone. Just as quickly, it came back, but this time, it spread into a toothy grin that was even more devious.
"Well, I must be off. I suspect I'll be seeing you again soon." With that, his body seemingly glided off with the wind.
Seely stood awestruck and watched Torrin disappear into the trees until realization hit her. "Wood-Wives!" she gasped before flying off into the same direction.