Gwendolyn Fairbourne is the only known human witch of the 21st century, a marvel of humanity and a target of the ADAD, a governmental agency tasked with researching the mythical. Their secret? Fairytale creatures - called the Folk - are real, and they've been hiding them underground. Caught by the agency, she's forced to attend the Folk's university - Lyonhall Woods - acting as an ambassador, but she knows it's a cover. The ADAD plans to start something terrible between the Folk and humanity, but she doesn't know how to stop it. It's harder to know when she's befriending so many Folk who love her, but know more about the history of Lyonhall than they let on. What can she do? What about her cat?

"He looked at me, leaning in, his breath more rancid than the smell of death itself. In his mouth he didn't possess the razor-sharp, clean teeth that would glow a ghostly white in the darkness. Instead, his teeth were disgusting. They were yellow, broken, and cracked. One of them was almost completely gone, and his bloody gums were starting to grow over it. He had a large overbite due to the jaw line of his bird-like face, his upper teeth digging bloody holes into his lower gums. It looked excruciating, but I could see in his eyes that he enjoyed the pain he received, thrived off of it. He cracked a smile at me, like greeting an old friend. We made eye contact while he stared down at me, his hollowed out eyes like soul-sucking pits dragging me in deeper until I disappear. A pit formed in my stomach as a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't help but picture him digging into a human excitedly, his teeth cracking on the bones of his meal as he enjoyed each, single part. My throat became dry; my tongue felt like sandpaper scraping against the top of my mouth. My mind became fuzzy. I had no chance of survival against this, this thing, and It was toying with me. It seemed to see the fear in my eyes and laughed, the metal sounding voice screeching like nails on a chalkboard. " -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- A quick note from the author: This was written as an 8th grade project. I'll probably end up rewriting it for some kind of Halloween thing.