Screwtape had an awful headache; sure, it seemed something happened.  It seemed that perhaps he won; but  if he did, it wasn't apparent exactly where or when or that he had evidence of it.<br/><br/>Looking down on the ground, the only evidence was a small piece of her dress.  He had marked her like he had marked many; but normally they didn't run away.  He would go back to Penelope and see if the human creature found her way back to Flynn.  What exactly hit him so hard did leave a bruise; touching the spot on his face would show how tender the wound had become.<br/><br/>**********<br/><br/>Apolyon landed near the grave site of Suntop.  He was the only one who cared to create the grave; even the othe fairies wondered at why he held such an interest in her.  He would be made fun of immensely for stating he loved the fairy, a creature only the size of a fraction of his hand!<br/><br/>Apolyon sniffed the air.  He could tell Screwtape was on the move again.<br/><br/>***********<br/><br/>"Well, obviously human don't have wings and you couldn't grow them if you wanted.  You would have to become an angel" the one stated softly.<br/><br/>Yet another, seeming wiser of most, continued, "Which means a sacrifice would have to be made.  Someone with wings for someone who does not have any."