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“Oh dear, whatever shall I do?” she asked. No one answered her question. Either way, she didn't dare ask another fairy for help. She hated being mocked and ridiculed by her peers. Because they would laugh. Imagine, a fairy unable to do the spell required of her. The premonition she saw showed her a young forlorn woman. One who would someday need her help in meeting her prince. It would re

It hurt. As if someone had cut away pieces of her body. Without her gnomes, her caretakers, her guardians, she withered. Dead and bleeding, mere ground and dust. They were of her, made of the soil and life of the land. Her soul went into them. But they had been stolen from her. Ripped from her womb and lured to the surface. Now they ran in packs like savage beasts, doing the bidding o

A melodic hum echoed through the dark tunnels of the mines. Little hands gripped large unyielding pickaxes and the rhythm of metal on stone joined the song. “Deep in the darkness, the jewels shine, vines of gold, oh, hi ho.” “Oh, hi O-” “She's here!” called a voice and at once pickaxes were tossed aside. Feet pounded the mountain terrain as they navigated their way to the bright entrance.

The golden threads slithered in the black cauldron. They twinkled in the light of the torch and might be considered beautiful by some. Valuable for certain. But above all other things they were dangerous. To anyone who would dare to touch them and even worse for those the threads tied themselves to. Curses, every last one of them. Eternal sleep. Enslavement. But the curse most desired w

The Twisting nether of the curse pushed inward crushing Briar within the deep realms of sleep. This was it. This time the hold wouldn't ebb and she would certainly die.  Never setting her gaze on her family again. She screamed and a rush of warmth swept over her as a pinprick of light appeared in the vast abyss. Briar struggled, reaching for the light.  Had her prince finally com

His fingers wove through his hair, clenching at the thick black strands. A lithesome sound danced at the edge of his hearing. “Go away.” The guttural noise of his own voice, no more than an animals growl, twisted in his ears. He sank to the floor, the corners of the wall hugging him close on each side. “Master?” Adaris flinched away. “Please, Master. You must eat,” Quar