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Jack landed on straight ridging legs and tumbled to his hands a knees. He was quick to shuffle back up to his feet but once he could see around him again he worried that not being able to see would simply be better. He clutched his staff close to his chest to support his wobbly knees.

"What are y- who are you?" He asked, his voice cracking halfway through his words and struggled to see and fathom everything around him. He’d heard only stories, and those stories couldn’t even begin to prepare him for this. 

he tall, black towers surrounding him peered in on Jack with dark, scarlet eyes. White and yellowed teeth glinting in the darkness that covered him. Wolves. They were growling as the voice began again, “Don’t QUESTION me, boy!” the voice screeched. The fairies clung to his clothes, revealing their dark, inner expressions — twisted grins that curled in at the corners of their mouths, wings drooping like wilting leaves. “You’ll pay for your actions — an’ there’ll be no questioning that,” the spirit chuckled.

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frost-spirit-gone-fox:

Jack had been sitting by the fire one night, the large open bonfire lighting up the sides of the small cabins that made up his village. His Mother had always warned him to stay inside at night, for the fear that the wolves might come out of the shadows and drag him away, or some sort of demon would trick him out of his sheep and run off with their money. And she always worried about his humor and how he acted, he was a trickster by nature but he’d never done anything to hurt anyone, honest.

The crook his Father had given him before he left rested on his shoulder; out of the corner of his eye he could see something rustle in the bushes, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He’d only come out to warm up, the small furnace in their cabin was for his Mother and Sister’s room and he knew that asking to share would be selfish. The bushes rustle once again, his head snapped in the direction of the noise and he struggled to see past the small dusting of snow on the leave.

Out sprang a small red fox- Jack knew that something recently had been killing the chickens in Mr. William’s pens. If he could just catch it, why, he’d be the talk of the village! He stood up slowly and could practically hear his own heart beat, taking a few steps forward and towards the fox. He stopped in his tracks when the canine stared straight back at him and simply trotted off into the woods, leisurely. Jack scoffed as if it was mocking him and ran in after it.

Their speed began to pick up and before he knew it, he was running at full speed after the little fox. He was running out of breath now, he swore the thing cackled when it heard him breathing heavily, but he chased after it with determination fueled by his rage. And then, without warning, the little beast stopped.

The trees around them seemed to clear off into a well formed circle, the fox at the center staring back at him. He wondered if its eyes had always burned that bright of a gold; he felt something akin to horror boil up in his stomach. How far from home was he? He’d never seen this portion of the woods before and he’s always prided himself and adventurer, but the subtle grin growing on that little devil’s face was begging to make him sweat. It gekkered at him mockingly and Jack ran forward, only to notice the large ring of mushrooms surrounding them as he stepped into the circle and it was already too late.

With a flash of light only rivaled to that of the sun, the clearing emptied and Jack and the little devil were gone.

Around the circle danced small flower petal-adorned fae, their skin shining bright like stars as they surrounded the boy, tall figures surrounding him. The fairies dusted him with spores and glittering dust, the dark figures surrounding him as a small child’s voice spoke, “Why do you chase such a poor, defenseless creature?” It interrogated him, giggling every now and again. “Stepping into a fairy ring, and you think you’ll get away with it?”

posted Mar 28 via/origin with 6 notes

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