by Zoey Xolton
“Please!” the girl begged. “Let me free. I’ll give ye’ anythin’ ye’ desire!”
The faery turned to face her, the macabre collection of small animal skulls, and silver trinkets that adorned her waist jingling as she moved. She squatted before the terrified girl, fingering a cruel rippled blade.
“I’m afraid ye’ are it, child,” she answered. “My potion will no’ work without the unbroken heart of a virgin.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide and a relieved, almost hysterical laugh escaped her. “Then I canno’ be of use to ye’!” she cried. “My da has seen to tha’!”
The faery paled.