Floras' Point of view
The camp fell silent, and not even the cubs made a sound as the guards patrolled around the camp. Something was moving in the hedges around them. Something was moving in the treetops that hung over the camp. And something was moving in the pile of rotting meat in the centre of the camp.
Flora began to imagine what horrible things the goblins would do to her if they got their sticky little fingers on her. She had heard stories about goblins as a child. They were told to tell the little fairies to prevent them from running away from the Kingtree. Goblins were nasty creatures, she remembered, who were obsessed with jewels and the bones of babies. She felt a need to throw up at the thought of what she had been told about them. Her parents had been gentle in their details, but the slightly older fairy children had not spared any.
She tried to move slowly away from the pack leader, but he grabbed her before she even reached the first step of the platform they were standing on. "You stay here with us, girl," he growled in a deep voice. "Or you will join the pile of corpses we scatter throughout the forest."
She swallowed and tried to find eye contact with Bubbles, but she could not find her there. Flora suspected that she was kept in the prison cell so as not to disturb the ceremony.
Bubbles's Point of view
Bubbles continued to dig her fingers through the sticks, which slowly became mixed with larger pieces of stone, roots, and… was that a piece of bone? She tried not to think about it as her fingers dug deeper. Mut and dirt made their way under her fingernails and sweat started to break out on her forehead. She was so occupied with her work that she did not notice as silence fell over the camp outside of her cage. She had almost made her way through the first layer of wall when the door behind her began to open. She froze in her movements as she felt a small hand on her shoulder. It was clammy and wet, with sharp fingernails digging into her shoulder.
"What do we have here?" a gnarly voice asked, dripping with interest and disgust at the same time.
Bubbles stood still, considering her options. She was already tired from spending her energy on digging through the cell. But she could probably muster up a single bubble strong enough to carry the creature away from her.
She took a deep breath, trying to focus her energy, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed, breaking the silence that had spread out over the camp, as she shook the hand off her shoulder and turned around to face the lanky goblin that had grabbed her. A thunder began to rumble in the distance as a big, thick bubble began to form around the goblin.
"Disgusting little fairy," the goblin said and spat after her, but the bubble around it stopped the spit. "I will get ya!" it said, scratching its sharp nails against the bubble, which caused a great deal of strength to keep it from popping. Bubbles spread out her arms and pushed them forwards, forming a gust of wind that pushed the bubble with the goblin inside of it out of the cage, dragging the door with it.
She ran out of the cage to see the bubble roll down the hill, taking a few other goblins down with it. She paused to take in the chaos that had ensued in front of her. Wolves were running around the camp, some with cubs on their backs. Others were in direct confrontation with a smaller army of goblins that had swarmed over the camp like a disease.
"Jewels!" a goblin screamed in delight as it ran past her, "lovely shiny jewels," it laughed, as it was pinned to the ground from behind by an oak brown wolf. It lay there for a while, still moving and laughing, before its body rested in the dirt.
Bubbles figured the wolves would not notice her flying away in this situation, but she would have to get a hold on Flora. She flew up to get a better vantage point and hopefully be out of the range of wolves as well as goblins. She flew up to the roof of the cage she had been kept in, and from there, continued to another roof higher up. She could see that the chaos had spread out over the camp from a couple of holes in their defensive hedges around the camp. A couple of houses had been set ablaze, and a few dozen goblins already lay drenched in their own blood and that of the wolves in the dirt. The goblins, however, looked like they had been able to snatch a portion of the cubs with them and dragged them out of the camp by their feet. And a huge wolf was trapped to the ground by what looked like enchanted chains that weighed down the beast.
Finally, she noticed Flora in the middle of the camp, hidden behind the pack leader and another massive female wolf. It looked like they were protecting her, Bubbles thought and considered whether she had been mistaken about the wolves all along.
She began to fly towards the center of the camp without much of a clear plan besides just picking Flora up and flying away with her. Her wings felt heavy and sore as she had not been able to stretch them out for a while. And it just so happened that she was terribly mistaken in goblins' jumping abilities. She felt a hand with sharp – and likely unclean – nails drag over her back and the area where her wings protruded out from. With a gasp, Bubbles kept basking with her wings, desperately fighting to keep herself in the air, but with an open wound in her back and a goblin fighting to keep its nails in her, she sank towards the ground. The mark that made itself more known with each movement of her wings, but she managed to shake the goblin off her. It fell to the ground and made a hearable impact with it. It looked like it had been its last effort, for it did not move anymore. Bubbles flew a couple of feet longer before she, too, fell to the ground, though she quickly cast a bubble to catch her before she collided with it. But her wings were spent. There was no way to fly away with Flora like this.
And if that was not bad enough, from Bubbles's view from the ground, it looked like the wolf pack was losing – and in this instance, that meant that Bubbles and Flora were in even greater danger as well.