The Guardians: Part 6

Hazel stared at the midnight-colored hair clip in her palm. I wasn't anything special. All it had were three flowers across its center that shimmered when you moved it. Hazel couldn't see any diamonds, and the surface was smooth, but she was sure it was sparkling.
"Darkwing? You named a hair clip?" Hazel said with caution, knowing there absolutely had to be something special about it.
Fir sighed at Hazel's ignorance. "Honestly, Hazel, when will you learn? Push the center of the middle rose." She commanded.
Hazel did as she was told, carefully putting pressure on the bud.


And she could never be prepared for what happened next.


Silently, Darkwing started to multiply in size, shifting shape as the bottom part completely separated from the top. The edges curled and the roses thinned out to a base, while a pull wire appeared on the side closest to Hazel. The clip part grew into a quiver that held thirty arrows.
"A hair clip, huh?" Fir taunted. "Now hold it."
Hazel gripped the base, admiring the craftsmanship. The whisker was thin but sturdy, and roses carved into the side. It was perfectly balanced in her hand, and she pulled the wire, finding that it was a compound bow.
"Now, this is just like the pen that kid had... What was his name? Peter Johnson? Anyway, this is the same concept as undertow or whatever. Throw it into the woods." Fir instructed. Hazel threw it as far as she could, but didn't hear it land.
"Check your pocket."
Hazel felt her pockets and found it.
"Now. It might be delayed, so try not to use it. Like when that kid did. It's a shame, if he had the technology we do now he wouldn't have gotten mauled to death by that hellhound... such a shame." Fir shook her head sympathetically.
Now it was time to have some fun.