The one they took away

Magic was never meant for our world, father said, and of course I agreed, through the war had ended and the faerie folk returned to their own places before I was born. We knew the rules. Don't Touch Any stone that glows with faerie light. Don't venture out alone into the dark. And cast out the magic born among you. Before it can turn on its parents.

Towns had died for not understanding that much. But the memory of my sisters bones, cracked and bloody in the moonlight, haunts me still.

© janni lee simner