...Wood-Sprites...
In the dark forest, I knew I wasn't alone. I couldn't see them but I felt their eyes on me. Someone else was abroad that Midsummer night, concealed in the darker shadows of the trees.
Their presence became bolder.
I turned suddenly.
An indistinct diminutive figure was watching me, laughing.
I cursed my luck.
The wood-sprites were awake.
* * *
...Midsummer...
The tribes had been gathering around the stone circle for days now. A sense of anticipation hung in the air.
It was the time of the Sun God; a time to rejoice before His slow descent into darkness. When night would triumph over day.
But today...today we celebrate the light.
* * *
...Midsummer's Eve...
As the sun went down on Midsummer's Eve, the woodland began to stir in the twilight.
Soon the air was all a-glimmer, the tree canopy showing the tell-tale sign of iridescent sparks, announcing to one and all the Fae were abroad.
It was a night for magic...and mischief.
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