Never trust a fae.
Never give them your name.
Never fall for their tricks.
Three simple rules that Enid should have followed, three simple rules that she forgot.
In the remote Welsh mountain village of Aethelney, Faeries are real. But unlike trad...
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Enid stared at Aneurin, perplexed.
Was he really going to take her home?
"But, your mother-"
"Will not know it was me-" He cut her off. "-but in order for that to be true we need to leave now!"
He grabbed her hand and led her down winding stone steps.
Through tunnels and grand corridors, they went, until they came to a small wooden door. Aneurin turned to glance back at Enid, pulling the metal bolt across.
"Once we are outside we need to be careful, there are guards posted in the towers above us."
Opening the door, his grip on Enid's hand tightened.
She looked up, guards were indeed positioned on every tower.
Cautiously, they stepped outside, and for once Enid was glad for the eternal twilight.
Moving close to Aneurins side, Enid followed him as he began down a set of stone steps and onto a cobbled street.
No life seemed to occupy it.
It seemed that all of the Faes Enid had watched from her cell window had disappeared.
Something wasn't right.
As if also sensing the danger, Aneurin turned to face Enid, his face ashen and serious.
"Why are there no other Faes?" Enid whispered urgently in his ear.
He remained silent and pushed on through the city.
At last, they arrived at the city's centre and Enid could not have been happier to see the familiar houses and buildings that it brought with it.
"Enid?"
She turned to Aneurin, meeting his fearful gaze.
"What?"
He did not say anything but nodded with his head behind her and she followed his gaze to the castle.
In the distance, the castle warning bell echoed over to her.
"Run!" Aneurin yelled, pulling her with him down an alleyway.
Her breathing became laboured and her throat became sore as they fled further away from the castle.
Through empty streets and down narrow cobbled alleyways Aneurin led her, his grip on her hand growing tighter.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Enid spotted the shimmer of silver armour in the distance.
"They are not far behind us!" Enid cried, and Aneurin quickened his pace, dragging Enid behind him.
Her legs burned, every breath becoming more painful than the last.
