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Goblins

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Cookie the Cook & the Halloween Ball

Halloween is not just for humans, you know. Many different creatures enjoy the holiday, too. Fairies adore the idea of dressing up and pretending to be something or someone they're not. It's kind of like what they do every day with glamour, but with more flair.

There was one fairy that wanted her costume to stand more than anything. Her name was Cookie and she was a cook. Cookie cooked in the Queen's kitchen day in and day out, so she thought it would be a smart (and quite funny) idea to make her costume out of the things she uses to create wonderful meals for the queen and her court.

She tapped her chin, as she did when she was deep in thought, and slowly moved around the kitchen. A spoon might be a good costume, she thought. She held the spoon up and shook her head. No, too small. A sack of potatoes might be just the thing. She dumped all the potatoes onto the floor, ripped a hole in the bottom and sides of the sack and stuck her head and arms through. The word, POTATOES, was painted in red along the side. It fell right to the tops of her feet and tickled her toes when she twirled. It was a good costume, but not funny at all. She pulled it off and threw it in the corner.

She sat down with a huff and and a long sigh, because, you know, fairies are very dramatic. She sat there thinking and staring, staring and thinking, until her head hurt and her eyes started to water from overuse. She went back to her chores determined to find the perfect costume.

On the night of the Halloween Ball, everyone was dressed in their finest, but not too fine. You never wanted to out do the Queen. In fact, there was no out doing her tonight. She was dressed in what could only be described as the most intellectually scientific, studious human student ever. The fairies entering the ball thought their was a human among them. They did what they always do, glared and whispered to one another. The fairies that had already arrived kept doing double takes, sometimes triple or, dare I say, quadruple. Normally, the consequences for staring would be mucking out the stables for a week with one's wings, but not tonight. Tonight the Queen lapped it up, because she had fooled them all.

Cookie stood in the doorway and watched the Queen move around the room. She didn't whisper, glare, stare or do a double take. She knew who the most studious student in the ballroom was. The Queen had come to her that morning and asked about bacon grease and would her hair smell like that forever. Cookie had no idea, but offered to help wash the Queen's head twice a day if needed. It took a team to get her highness' coiffure just right and they were always in need of help. The Queen's inquiry gave Cookie the best costume idea ever. It was brilliant.

She looked down at her costume with pride. It was a full on ham dinner with all the trimmings. She had stuck herself inside the biggest ham in all of Fairy Hollow, then attached potatoes, biscuits, a couple of carrots and an onion to it. It was a bit heavy, but she didn't mind. 

What she was most concerned about was the Queen's reaction. Her stomach fluttered. A little voice in her head warned that she might be about to out do Her Most Fairiness. Did she really want to do that? She swallowed hard. It was a scary thing to do, but yes. Mucking out the stables for a week didn't seem like such a bad thing. It's not like she'd never done it before. She stepped over the threshold and sauntered into the room, smiling and nodding. Fairies all around her gasped. Was it admiration or disgust? She couldn't tell and at that moment she didn't care, because several things happened. The ham seemed to be cooking under the bright lights in the ballroom. Little puffs of steam rolled of the gigantic piece of meat. The potatoes pinned to the bottom of her costume banged against her knees every time she moved. There would be black and blues and a whole lot of soreness tomorrow. The onion split and its scent was so strong, she couldn't stop her eyes from watering. The only option was to dump the onion somewhere, but that would ruin her costume and she wasn't about to do that.

Suddenly there came numerous thumps and bumps from outside, then the ground shook, the delicate chandeliers tinkled, and the music skipped a beat. Three male goblins stood in the doorway dressed in suits made of silk with fancy hats in hand. Cookie recognized them right away. There were two abnormally tall goblins and a short, stubby one. The short one was Bonedread and he was the leader. One of the tall goblins was Zeeback, Bonedread's son and the other was Bigrot, a nasty piece of work if there ever was one.

The Queen greeted them, but they ignored her and searched the ballroom. She took off her thick glasses and crossed her arms. The trolls' mouths hung open, then they clapped. The Queen's laughter rang through the ballroom. She waved off their praise and did a little curtsy for effect. She hooked her arm around Bonedread's and turned. That's when the her eyes landed on Cookie's costume. For a split second, her smile faltered. Cookie backed away and tried to disappear behind a sparkly unicorn, but a large walking ham couldn't really disappear, could it? The Queen whispered in Bonedread's ear, but followed the walking ham with her eyes.

Cookie headed for the exit that would take her back to the safety of her kitchen, but quickly discovered that it was blocked by a large, poorly made, donkey. Two pairs of feet shuffled underneath its belly. Bits of cake dropped to the floor. She scooted one way, then other, but there was no getting around the monstrosity. Suddenly, there came a needle-like poke to her shoulder. She stiffened. There was only one person with nails that sharp. The Queen. She slowly turned around, then lowered her gaze. Her royal highness remained silent, but Cookie could feel her studying the costume. She started to do something a fairy simply didn't do and that is to sweat.

The Queen adjusted a carrot, then lifted Cookie's chin. This is it, thought the cook. I'm going to be on muck duty for a month or worse, banned from her kitchen. What would she do then? The Queen could ban her from flying, but not her kitchen. Anything but that. Cookie braved a look. The Queen's face twitched, then her body followed. Cookie shook with fear. Her royal highness was about to explode with anger, but the Queen didn't explode with anger. She exploded with laughter. No one had ever heard her laugh for real before. The sound was strange. The ballroom filled with dramatic gasps and loud whispers. 

The Queen grabbed a potato and laughed more. She lifted Cookie's arms and twirled her around. She ungraciously snorted. A few giggles rang out behind her. The goblins stepped up and studied the ham costume.

Cookie did a little jig and they, too, laughed. Troll laughter, times three, was extremely loud. Somewhere a chandelier crashed to the floor. The Queen laughed and laughed. She grabbed at her middle, as tears streamed down her face. Half the ballroom filled with laughter, too. The other half weren't sure if they should.

Cookie danced, twirled, kicked out and flapped her arms. The trolls and Queen laughed harder, then the two tallest goblins did something most unexpected. One troll bit into a biscuit and the other bit the carrot in half. They smiled with delight. The Queen laughed so hard she fell to the floor. The goblins went in for more, but Cookie jumped away. The entire ballroom fell into fits of laughter. It continued on like that for a very long time, but Cookie didn't mind. In fact, the rest of the evening turned out to be joyous and truly magical. She danced the night away with Bonedread and the Queen awarded her with a medal for best, and tastiest, costume.

Cookie went to sleep that night with the smelly ham beside her and a smile on her face.

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Delbert Dingleworth

Dragon Sciences & Curiosities Professor, Delbert Dingleworth, 
DSC, short for Dragon Sciences and Curiosities,

Professor Delbert Dingleworth was the head of the department of Dragon Sciences and Curiosities at the Graythorne Institute of Myth and Magic.
The institute believed that all dragons were extinct, but not Delbert. Delbert believed that dragons were out there somewhere. It was possible 
they were simply waiting for the right time to return. Because of his beliefs, his colleagues took pleasure in mocking him on every hour of
every day. Delbert had learned to ignore the pranks, jokes and complete buffonery, as he called it. Instead, he buckled down in his search for 
dragon activity.

Late one night, when all his colleagues had gone home, and after an especially painful knock on the head from the thickest book in the library,
Delbert came across the information he needed to prove his theories. If he was going to prove that dragons still existed, a trip to Somerset was in order.

He set off before dawn the following morning. The Wookey Hole Caves was his destination and the last place of dragon activity. By the time he reached 
the Mendips, his mind was racing and his stomach churned so fiercely that he almost turned back. If there really was a dragon in Wookey Hole, he would 
finally get the respect he deserved, but if there was nothing there, he'd be forced to admit that dragons don't exist and deemed the laughingstock of 
the institute forever. He might even lose his job. Where would he be without his research? It meant everything to him.

Delbert took a deep breath, wiped his brow and straightened his tie. With his head held high and a glint of determination in his eye, he marched toward
the caves. Dragons did exist and he would prove it.

If he wasn't completely consumed with the mission at hand, he would have remembered that Wookey Hole was the home of a witch. It was said that if she 
were disturbed, the outcome would be quite ugly indeed. But there was no room in Delbert's head for a witch, so he marched on until he stood at the mouth 
of the cave. The sun was shining and the sky was a powder blue with an occasional fluffy white cloud. Delbert shivered. It was eerily quiet. The birds 
should've been chirping their morning song, but they weren't. In fact, there was no sign of human, animal or insect anywhere. An odd breeze coming from
the caves blew back his hair and brought with it the worst smell he had ever smelled in his life. Bile rose to his throat, along with his breakfast.
A smile spread across his lips. He snapped his fingers. The breeze and the smell. That could only mean one thing. The Wookey Hole Caves was the den of a dragon.
He pulled out a handkerchief and covered his nose and mouth. It reduced the horrible smell by half and that was good enough for him.

He walked on, taking note of the kalidescope of colors glinting off the cave walls the farther he went. Variations of blues and purples danced around him.
The breeze and smell grew stronger, but it was the deep rumble that made him quicken his pace. The rumble was loud. It was so loud it jiggled his insides.
It could only come from something big, like a dragon. He dropped his handkerchief and started running. One should never run into the unknown without proper
preparation. Delbert knew this, but it was stated earlier, he was not thinking clearly. He ran right into a goopy substance covering the cave floor.
He tried to stay quiet, but when you are sliding out of control, possibly into the mouth a dragon, you tend to get a bit noisy. Thankfully, he tripped on
a large rock in the middle of the floor and landed face first in the goop. He did his best to get the disgustingly sticky stuff off, but it was no use.
A hundred baths would be required before he ever felt clean again.

Delbert looked up. His mouth dropped and he almost fainted, because there in front of him was a sleeping Blue Ridgescale dragon. By its size, it was male.
The urge to rejoice was strong, but he did his best to compose himself. If he woke the dragon, it meant certain death, then this journey and all his research 
would be for naught. No. He needed to stay calm and get proof of its existence. One of its sapphire scales would do. They sparkled like jewels in the dim light.
But, how to get one? Yanking one off the dragon's body was out of the question, but perhaps there was one lying on the cave floor somewhere. He tiptoed
around the front of the beast, careful to avoid its claws. He gulped at their size and sharpness. There were no loose scales anywhere. The dragon was
blocking the entrance to the multitude of tunnels. There could be a scale behind or even underneath it. He wrinkled his brow and scratched his head. 
Was it possible to snatch a scale off the dragon's body without waking it up? An icy shiver ran down his back at that thought. The dragon shifted in 
its sleep. He stiffened with terror. The dragon was going to wake up and find him in its den. It would eat him. The dragon It slid its claws underneath 
its jaw and sighed with contentment.

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Delbert let out a sigh of his own and hurried back to his original position against the wall farthest from the dragon. He bunched his hands on his hips and stared
at the sleeping dragon. He had to admit that it was a sight to behold. The enormity of such a creature was incredible. Not to mention the size of claws. One claw
could destroy half the institute. He gulped hard. The institute. What would they do when they found out dragons did exist? What would happen to the dragon? He'd seen 
proof that some of his colleagues were pretty handy with a sword and could get very nasty before lunch. They'd want to know where the dragon's den was.
What would he say? He waved a hand in the air to get rid of such thoughts. He knew darn well that he would lie about the dragon's den. He didn't want the beast destroyed.
Respect was the only treasure he was after. 

He tapped his chin. How could he remove a scale without waking the dragon?



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No Ordinary Troll

No Ordinary Troll

One day a very large, very strange green egg rolled right smack into the middle of the pixie village. It wibbled-wobbled a bit, then stopped and there it stayed. 

The pixies were more curious than afraid and overly diplomatic. They held meetings on how best to deal with the egg. Once they really got going, they held meetings about the meetings on how best to deal with the egg.

Weeks passed. The pixies were too busy with their meetings to notice the little cracks that had started in the egg. The egg remained as still as ever, until it didn't.

BOOM!

The pixies were too busy discussing whether they should shine the egg in a steady circular motion or willy-nilly.

The side of the egg rocked. The little cracks turned to bigger cracks. The pixie meeting grew quiet, as they pondered over whether to use moss or petals from a flower.

BOOM! 

The pixies hurried to the middle of the village just as a green foot broke through the shell. The top of the egg popped off to reveal a baby troll. Confused, each pixie looked to the other for an answer. They scratched their heads and wondered. How could this be? Trolls aren't hatched from an egg. 

As the pixies would soon find out, this was no ordinary troll.

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Mildred Silkthorn

Good Morning, my friends.

Happy Presidents Day! I've got a new-ish story for you.
​Entitled Mildred Silkthorn. She is quite an angry little fairy and gets herself into a spot of trouble.

I hope your day is a great one for you. Sending #positivevibes your way.

Read on.


Mildred Silkthorn

It is not often you see a fairy in the Downs, but on one balmy evening, just before dusk, there was indeed a fairy making her way through the forest in a haphazard willy nilly sort of way. 

Now, everyone knows that one should never walk through the Downs, but instead, creep, tiptoe and in an emergency, run. And of course, the most obvious rule of thumb, never travel the Downs alone.

Mildred Silkthorn paid no mind to the danger she had put herself in. She snapped branches, kicked rocks and crunched dead leaves as if she were taking a leisurely stroll through the Fairy Hollow, which is exactly where she should have been at that very moment; safe among family and friends.

Why didn't she fly, you ask? Well, to be honest, I don't know. She was quite angry when she left the Hollow. She had no real plan when she set off that morning and perhaps stomping her feet over the unpredictable terrain of the Downs was more satisfying than simply flying off to goodness knows where. 

Why didn't anyone stop her, you ask? You ask very good questions, by the way. Mildred was known to be a bit of a hot head and it wasn't unusual for her to throw a tantrum and disappear for a while. What was unusual was the path she was currently on. Obviously in the heat of the moment, she had taken a wrong turn. She should've realized her mistake when she passed the clearing and more so when she came upon a giant tree stump that looked like a house. It had two round windows that glowed golden light from within and a round green door between them. Puffs of smoke gently wafted from a small chimney on the top of the stump. She sniffed and recoiled. It smelled like rotten eggs.

She was about to turn around when the door creaked open. There should have been a stream of golden light. The interior of the stump house should have been visible, but it was wasn't. Mildred looked from the door to the windows and back again. The open door revealed an inky blackness that not only confused the her, but scared her. At that moment and for the first time, she took a good hard look at her surroundings and realized she was farther away from home than she had ever been and in a place she did not recognize. Her anger melted away. In fact, she couldn't even remember what she had gotten mad about in the first place. It was time to get back to the safety of the Hollow and her friends and family.

"Come in, child," croaked a voice. "Stay a while. We will have tea and play some games." Laughter erupted from within.

"We like your wings," said another voice. This one was more of a whisper. 

Mildred's eyes grew heavy. "N-No," she said. 

"Join us little fairy. It has been so long since we've had visitors." Was that a third voice? Mildred wasn't sure. A little voice in her head screamed at her to run away, but the urge to be wrapped in the stump's darkness was strong. "Well, if you won't come to us," said one of the voices. "We'll just make you," growled another. Before Mildred realized what was happening, her feet began to slide across the grass toward the open door. She turned to run, but it was no use. She threw herself on the ground and dug her fingers into the soft earth, but she was still gliding towards the stump. The voices inside howled with laughter and hooted with glee. Somewhere in between, she heard the words, dinner and tasty.

Mildred dug her fingers into the dirt as hard as she could to stop her momentum, only to be met with handfuls grass. Her heart pounded against her chest. Sweat poured down her face stinging her eyes. Closer and closer she glided. "I will not be your dinner," she screamed. She sat up and flapped her wings with all her might. She clawed at the air, but it wasn't enough, because her feet were still on the ground. A buzzing started in her ears. The voices in the stump screamed with rage. "No. No. No. She is ours. We will feast this night and there is nothing you can do about it."

The buzzing grew louder. She was almost to the threshold. A few more inches and she would be inside the stump. Strong arms enveloped her from behind. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head to find her father's face inches from her own. He slammed his feet against the stump and pulled back. Mildred gasped. They stopped moving. She looked over his shoulder to see her friends and family hovering behind him. "We have many things to discuss when we get home, but for now, hold on," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.

The rest of Fairy Hollow approached the stump, turned and flapped their wings so furiously the ground shook. The voices wailed. The window panes shattered. Shards of yellow glass flew through the air. Her father gritted his teeth. The muscles in his arms strained as he pulled backwards trying to free Mildred, then suddenly they were rolling backwards through the air. It was a few seconds before they were caught by the others. She breathed deep as her stomach did a few more sickening flips.

"We will get you next time, little one," screeched a voice from the stomp, then the door slammed shut.

Mildred rested her head on her his shoulder. "I think you know now that things aren't always as they appear to be. Anger clouds your judgement, little one. You must listen with your heart," said her father, as he scooped her up and headed for home. 


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Arial Wintertail

As the, self-proclaimed "Prettiest Fairy in All the Land", Arial Wintertail always had her pick of charming suitors, but when Tansy Gigglevail suggested the new
FDS (Fairy Dating Service), well, she couldn't pass it up. Her chances of marrying a handsome prince would double, maybe even triple. 

She filled out the necessary forms with more than enough truth "enhancers" to attract the right sort of true love and slipped it into the large wooden box on the table. 
A few beeps, boops and whoop-whoops later, the machine spit out a tiny piece of paper. Tansy snatched it away before Arial could get her hands on it. She giggled and eyed
Arial. "FDS has done it again. You must go to clearing in the forest today. Your one true love will be there waiting for you." She tilted her head with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"That's it?" asked Arial. "Just go to the forest? I'm the prettiest fairy in all the land. Shouldn't my one true love come to me?"

"No," said Tansy. "You better hurry. You don't want your prince to leave." She turned Arial around and shoved her out the door. "Good luck." She gave her a squeeze and pushed 
her in the direction of the forest. 

"This is silly," mumbled Arial. She turned around to head for home, then paused. What if the FDS was right and her prince was waiting for her. If she didn't show up, he'd leave.
He could be a gnome king or a dwarf elder. Those were always good choices. Her sister had married a half gnome, half dwarf and she was very happy. But, what if he were a goblin king?
She shuddered at the thought. Goblin kings were disgusting, mean and nasty creatures. That almost made her turn and run, but the gnome, dwarf or halfling made her push on. 
She would bravely see what fate had in store for her.

She trudged through the forest thinking of all the jewels, pretty dresses and parties she would attend once she and her true love were married, but when she stepped out of the trees
there was no one there. She eyed the forest surrounding the clearing. There was no sign of her prince charming. 

Maybe he's running late, she thought, sitting down on a large stump. She smoothed her dress, fluffed her hair, then clasped her hands together and placed them neatly in her lap.
He probably stopped to pick her a bouquet of flowers.

Arial waited a long time. The sun was going down and her backside was numb when she finally decided to leave. Branches snapped somewhere in the forest. She hurried back to the stump
and sat down. This was it. Her stomach flip-flopped with excitement. There was more snapping, followed by crunching and thumping. Out of the forest stomped Ogden (or Oggie) the ogre.
Techinically, he was a prince. His father was king of the ogres, but Oggie held no title. He was known far and wide for his lazy, clumsy and selfish ways. After one incident where
he set fire to half the ogre village and almost burnt down the forest, his father had taken away his princely status. The big oaf refused to change his ways and became an outcast.

"Stop right there," shouted Arial, throwing her hands in the air. "Turn around and go back where you came from."

Oggie waved a small piece of paper in the air. "You are my perfect match. We will be married and have a perfect life. When father sees this, I will get all that is rightfully mine."

"No. You are not my perfect match and we most certainly will not be married," said Arial, hoping off the stump.

"The fairy said you are and we will," said Oggie, stomping over to her.

Arial's eyebrows came together in confusion. "What fairy?"

Oggie turned around and pointed. "Her."

Tansy stepped out of the forest and glared at Arial. "Prettiest fairy in all the land. Bah! Now you will be the prettiest fairy in the ogre village. Have a nice life, Arial."

"Tansy, wait," called Arial. Tansy disappeared into the forest without a glance backward.

Without warning, Oggie scooped Arial up into his arms. "You are mine now. Father will be so proud. We will have a big family with lots and lots of ogre-fairy babies."

Arial kicked her feet and fluttered her wings, but it was no use. Oggie was far stronger. He happily strolled back into the forest with his new bride.

To be continued...


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Morning

GM everyone. Hope all is well & everyone is feeling fine. #Coffee is in hand. Time to get the day started. May it be good to you & yours.

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Trolls

Never try to tame a troll, unless you have a large jar of pickled boars’ feet from the Quiet Harpy Inn & they had better be made by the Harpy herself.
Believe it or not, trolls are practical jokers. One prank will trap you in the troll community and turn you into a marsh pixie. You’ll spend the rest of your days as their entertainment.
The trolls find this particular prank hilarious.
Never accept food or drink from a troll, especially if it smells like dirty socks.

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Harold

Harold was a house cat who enjoyed eating, lounging in the Sun, & occasionally chasing the birds in the backyard.

One afternoon, a strange bird landed in the birdbath at the far corner of the yard & proceeded to squawk & stomp in the water.

The bird got louder and louder. It seemed to be taunting him.

Harold didn't like that.

He lunged for the bird, but it flew up & just out of his reach.

The chase was on. Harold was determined to get the noisy intruder.

The backdoor creaked open. Footsteps tap-tap-tapped across the patio. 

Harold knew it was Mrs. Pitt, but he paid no mind to her. He was too busy chasing the offending bird from one corner of the yard to the other.

It landed on a fence post & stared down at him.

Harold jumped & stretched as high as he could. His sharp claws caught the bird's tail feathers. When he landed, a single tail feather came with him.
The bird squawked angrily. It rose high in the air, then suddenly swooped down, aiming for Harold's head.

Harold ran for the house with the bird close behind. Mrs. Pitt had her back turned to the chaos behind her. Suddenly, cat & bird collided with a table full of glass bottles & a bubbling cauldron.
Glass shattered. The cauldron tipped over. The smoking, goopy liquid inside oozed across the patio. Harold could not stop himself in time and slid into the goop. He reached out with a clawed paw for any solid surface to pull himself out, but yanked the bird with him instead.
Suddenly, there was an explosion of light. Mrs. Pitt gasped. The light faded. Harold wasn't Harold anymore. From the neck down, Harold was a bird. He looked up at her and squawked.

Mrs. Pitt tried every spell she could think of to return Harold back to normal, but nothing worked.

Years passed and Mrs. Pitt kept trying to return Harold to normal.

Harold discovered that being half cat & half bird wasn't so bad. He found freedom in soaring the skies. and He was the fastest, & only, cat-bird around. The mixture of bird seed and cat food was quite tasty, too. 

One evening, after a particularly large meal, Harold burped & a burst of fire shot across the room. Thankfully, Mrs. Pitt put the fire out just in time, but she was more baffled than ever & returned to her spellbook in search of answers.

The Faeryn

The Faeryn weren’t always wingless creatures.

There was a time when they resembled fairies so closely that it was hard to tell the two species apart.

The Faeryn and fairies were very competitive with each other and as the years passed, the competitions grew more and more ugly.

One day, the fairies stole the Faeryn King’s prized dagger and fled into The Downs. The Faeryn gave chase, but before they could get the dagger back, the fairies dropped it down the chimney of a witch’s shack.

Bethesda was the cruelest of the cruel. If there was an award for the nastiest witch, Bethesda would win every time.

The King’s guards approached the door to the shack, but he called them back.

“We shall not wake the sleeping beast,” said the King. “We will use magic.”

The Faeryn King and his guards used many spells to try and retrieve the dagger, but the witch’s shack could not be penetrated.

“We will use the chimney,” said the King. He chose the smallest and thinnest guard in the regiment. “Climb down the chimney as quietly and quickly as possible. Be warned. If you wake the witch, she may have you for breakfast.”

The guard climbed on to the roof and climbed into the chimney with ease. The King and his guards watched and waited.

Minutes passed. The King became concerned. He started for the front door, but stopped when it flung open. The small guard flew out and landed in a soot covered heap on the ground.

Bethesda stood in the doorway. “Naughty. Naughty, Faeryn. It’s not nice to wake a witch when she’s getting her beauty sleep,” she cackled.

The King tried to tell her about the fairies and the dagger, but she wasn’t listening. You cannot reason with evil.

Bethesda mumbled something under her breath. Black smoke swirled from her fingertips. The King motioned for his guards to back up. All, but one, did as they were told.

The lone guard slipped into the house and ran back out with the dagger in his hand. He was almost to the King when black smoke whipped around his legs and yanked him back.

“No one steals from me,” screeched Bethesda. She lifted her arms. The black smoke grew. A crack of thunder sounded as her arms came down. The King and his guards fell to the ground; enveloped in a black haze.

They woke to find to find their wings had shriveled and fallen off. Many attempts to repair the wings were made, but they quickly realized, they had no magic either.

The Faeryn returned to their home without the dagger, wings and magic. Their hatred for fairies and witches grew tenfold that day.

They moved far North to the thickest part of The Downs and were never heard from again.