Incomplete Short Stories

Scáthanna

Before you is a worn down path, lonely and cold. Many of our kind have gone down it before . But do not fret for you will find that it is made of stardust. This path is your escape; starlight is your destination. Let your tired eyes guide you.

There will be darkness. It is a blanket of shadows drafted by the Fae, woven with their skilled hands to provide warmth for those who travel at night.

The moon will be there. A piece of her missing for she is only full when she holds her name in her hands.

We are the fair folk. Dawn and Dusk are twins that are similar but different. A candlelight heart and a box full of matches. 

Me. 

And you.

You wake up to the cruel knife of Frost at you neck. He hisses at you with disdain. You aren't supposed to be here. You get up, feeling stiff. You don't remember falling asleep. You don't remember where you are. Everything seems different. The biting cold brings you back to the snowy reality of things. You rub your hands together and snake the up your shirt, resting them in your armpits. Your only warmth is your blood inside you. 

You start walking again, if you had been walking before. If you remember.