I looked Up And Saw A Pixie

A soft voice spoke from above. I raised my head, sweat dripping down my brow.

I had been running for the longest time, into the forest and ever onward through the endless underbrush, until I had stumbled and fallen onto the leafy ground. It was all over. They had found out I was a mutant and they had chased me out of the little Welsh country town I called home, anger and hate distorting their faces.

But now there was this gentle, friendly voice from above. I opened my eyes and saw her: a young woman, bathed in sunlight streaming through the vibrant trees. Her hair was pink, her eyes were black and she wore a shiny gold and blue costume. Four majestic wings spread far from her back, glistening mysteriously. Sitting on a tree branch above me, she smiled in I way I thought nobody would ever smile at me again.

"It's okay. You're safe with us" she said, her soft lips forming the words gently and warm.
"Are you an angel?!"
These words escaped my lips as I looked up at her perfection. She laughed sweetly and shook her head, her silky pink hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

"Not quite," she said, "I'm Pixie."