THE PROPHECY OF EIRE_To What is Owed_The lunar eclipse_THE MASKED BANSHEE
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THE PROPHECY OF EIRE
I zoomed through the field of dandelions, turning back to see the angry hoard of ladybugs scurrying after me. I couldn't help but giggle. Boy, oh boy, was it heavenly being titled as the troublemaker! Everyone already expected me to cause mischief and mayhem because apparently, that’s the only thing I'm good at. I looked back in front and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of Kiki’s angry glare. I came to a halt and hid behind Kiki, using her as a shield from the storming ladybug army. She peered back at me with a grumpy frown of utter disappointment. I pleaded with her to help me drive t...
To What is Owed
In the stillness of the faerie woodlands, a low keening sound emerged from the dense vines of an old valete tree. A dryad was dying, and the entire forest knew it. The trees shuddered in sympathy, while the woodland faeries flitted in and out of the branches in distress. They whispered amongst themselves, fearful yet curious. It was always a great event when a dryad reaches his golden age and is in the precipice of being one with nature. The event is especially grand for a male descendant of an ancient Unseelie family. Usually, the event was celebrated with dancing and merriment. Sadly, a prop...
The lunar eclipse
In a world where light was powered by the Sun and stored by the Moon, a lunar eclipse was the blackout. * The right night to catch the wild animal had come. The Shaman told them. “Why?” One of the hunters asked. “Because Silver Ball is full. Look how perfectly round it is! Look how it floats in the blue-dark waters above your head,” the Shaman said. “You will see, when its silver claws will stretch on the wild animal; you will catch it, wherever it will try to hide,” he added rubbing his hands greedily. The hunters moved among low bushes and cluster of rocks, speeding up their steps when a tre...
THE MASKED BANSHEE
Intro: There was a general hubbub of excitement as the community group, “The Ladybugs” congregated together as best they could, considering the social distancing rules. It was hard not to hug someone you had only seen via Zoom for months on end. Harder still to maintain thewww.onedoor.cc mandatory mask-wearing, as though it was the height of fashion; though I suspect most of us wear masks every day of our lives. If that were not the case hatred would not be rampant, the offence would not be taken so easily, and forgiveness would be worn as a garment rather than offered as a last resort. There was much excit...