If she didn't want you to, there was no way to notice the presence of a pixie sprite. The entire race was made up out of creatures both tiny and elusive, and so for the longest time, all the other races simply thought they were the stuff of legends.
Frankly, most pixie sprites liked it that way, as it allowed them to do as they pleased without any cumbersome diplomacy.
This pixie sprite in particular, however, was ambitious enough to want to make a name for herself outside of her own community. She wanted to make some noise.
And so, on a crisp January morning, with a piercing scream, humankind first learned of the existences of what they had thought to be myths.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
