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Enjolras shook his head, trying to clear the image from his head. There was no way he had seen that. A human.
Yet, with another shake of his head, he was still there, traipsing through the woods, a clear lack of wings and the brown color of his skin contrasting strongly against the dark green wings and skin of the fairies watching him. They all stared silently as the human continued through the woods. With a quick glance at Jehan and Courfeyrac, they all followed the human, making as little noise as possible. The human stopped at a stream, cupping his hand and leaning over to sip the water below him before sliding across the ground to rest against a tree.
Enjolras ducked back behind their tree, peeking back out again only to make sure the human was sleeping before turning and talking with Courfeyrac and Jehan.
“What is he doing here?” Courfeyrac was already asking, looking between the other two fairies worriedly.
“I do not know,” Enjolras answered, looking just as worried as Courf did, “but we need to alert the others as to what is happening.”
Jehan nodded in response, but before they could say anything, Courfeyrac was already speaking again.
“I will fly back to base,” he suggested. He was the quickest of the three, and obviously the best choice in a time sensitive mission. “You two stay here and watch him.”
Courfeyrac was gone within seconds, flying silently through the forest and back to where the others were no doubt gathered. As soon as he was gone, Jehan was back to conversing with Enjolras.
“What do you think he wants?” they were asking him, but Enjolras was too busy watching the sleeping human to fully pay attention to his friend's question.
“I am not sure,” he distractedly answered, trying to pull himself back to the conversation at hand.
“Will we have to kill him?” Jehan asked, which snapped Enjolras back to their conversation. They sounded scared, and Enjolras was reminded how innocent they still were. Jehan had only been ten when they had stumbled across their group, bleeding and bruised. They had said they were running from something, and no one else had asked questions, accepting them warmly into the group. How that young, hurt fairy had managed to refrain from violence the rest of their life was beyond Enjolras.
“We will see what everyone else thinks,” Enjolras finally said, not wanting to lie to his friend but also not wanting to upset them even more.
Jehan nodded, bending their head slightly to pick at their nails nervously. Enjolras was about to say something else when a loud curse cut him off.
The human was awake and staring right at him.