Guilt consumed every inch of me as I ran towards Fogwood, my home. The frail girl I left behind was no doubt staring after me. Petal was so sweet, so trusting. She made it hard to stay focused on my task. When the High Elf of Fogwood had chosen me to complete his hideous plan, my heart had sunk. I knew that he never did the dirty work himself. He had told me what I was to do, and I had almost retched right there in the pristine throne room. To steal a Faeries wings, and one who had come of age only recently at that - it was a crime that would not go unforgotten in the history of this realm. The High Elf had not deigned to answer my questions as to why he might need the raw power of a Faerie's wings. I knew that if I refused, however, I would find myself missing the elf race's greatest gift - immortality.
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The Fair Folk: Faery Short Stories
FantasyThe Fair Folk; a race of fantastical creatures that chase the clouds on the backs of ravens, drink the dew off of grass blades, battle with swords of bramble and sleep on beds of dandelion clocks. Peach and Candytuft make trouble when a troll escap...
