Have you ever seen a swarm of sprites, in a murderous rage, who were just released from a servitude into which they were tricked?
If your answer is “no,” and especially if you then crinkled your brow in mild and concerned disapproval, then I imagine you’re one of the wise ones, at least when it comes to encounters with fairy folk.
My answer is “yes.” But it’s not what you think.
I’m not the reckless fool who tricked them.
Nor am I reckless fool who freed them.
I just happened to be around when it all happened.
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Oddnever adjusted her spectacles, tucked in her wings, rolled open her scroll, and touched the tip of her quill to her tongue. She peered into the mirror that was set in the modest front room of her modest abode within an acorn tree. That mirror had been locked so that she was only able to look through it, not step through it. Oddnever was, after all, different from other sprites. She could be trusted and relied upon. She was capable of focusing for long stretches of time. And she was thought to be too slow to evade the human gaze—likely because she was taller than was typical for her kind. Therefore she was forbidden from visiting the human realm.
While she wasn’t generally mischievous, Oddnever was keenly curious.
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My name is Felix. I want to tell you about the time my brother, my sister, and I came down with the pox. Not just the chicken pox, but the other one too. The one we caught from a runaway sprite. The rose pox.
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Not long ago, there was a rich land ruled by an assembly of three known as a Triarch. Always there were three. One had a claim of blood. One was chosen by the people of the land. And one was selected by the other two. But all had to prove themselves worthy. All had to prove victorious, both standing alone and standing together, in a contest devised by a king who feared that his realm would pass to an unworthy heir.
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