It didn't feel real... Why did they take her tail? Holly's body couldn't keep up with her thoughts and she stumbled through the woods; hearing the birds and butterflies crying out to her. If it were only another typical day in the forest, she'd have been delighted to talk with them; but not now. Holly walked until her body sluggishly slumped over a tree. She already cried all of her tears. What kind of faun would have to live without their tail?

Maybe it will grow back, Holly. A squirrel squeaked to her. But Holly wasn't going to listen. She knew better than to listen to such a fantasy. As much as she'd love to believe that her tail might grow back, she knew better than that. Holly was not a wide-eyed, innocent child anymore. She felt the weeds in her stomach start to turn sour and she did her best not to throw up. She remained quiet and didn't respond to the animals who were crowding around her in concern. Holly let out a long, soft wail.

After a few moments of tearless crying, Holly slowly got back on her hooves. She was no longer sad... She was angry. No, she was mad. Holly was a mad faun. She felt something inside of her break. She had never been known to be violent, but after they took her tail, she felt that she would no longer be the same faun. Her balance was a little off as she tried to walk in a straight line down the trodden path she'd created with her hooves. She mumbled to herself, ".... no one...."

Holly did her absolute best to remain alert. She picked up a large, fallen tree branch and cradled it in her hand for a moment. ".... no one...!" She breathed. It didn't take much effort for her to find a sharp rock and she began to cut away the tip of the tree branch to create a spear. Using a vine, she tied the sharp rock to the spear, getting angrier and angrier with each movement.

"No one" She growled, "Takes Holly's tail!" With that off her chest, she she a new energy surge throughout her whole body. She began to set traps for the humans should they dare set foot in her forest again. She would make it clear that they were not welcome...

. . . .

As Holly finished covering a net with leaves, she thought about Tarek... He had been kind, nothing like the humans she'd met in the village. She felt torn. One part of her loved having him around, the other part said, Holly, he's gone to the human village, he's turned into one of them. But Holly decided to keep her differing opinions out of her head, lest Tarek return, then she'd form her opinions.

Holly sharpened her cloven hooves and her horns, preparing herself for a one faun battle against the human village. Holly was out for blood despite the fact that she was hilariously outnumbered. If this was to be her end, she would at least die with honor on her back.