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leaves surrounding me, making a nest for me to lay on. At least I landed somewhere soft, right?
Ugh, maybe it wasn’t as soft as I originally thought.
I gingerly sat up, cringing as my abdomen ached in protest. I thought the giant’s foot had cracked a few ribs. I could only manage a shallow breath because pain wracked through my body in warning.
Was anything else broken?
I took stock of myself, wincing with each and every new movement. There was only a little bit of blood from scratches, and I checked my stomach for bruises. No bones poking through my flesh and I could feel all ten fingers and toes. I think I had escaped without breaking anything important. I’m sure I didn’t look too pretty though.
“Robin?” I asked through dry, chapped lips. My voice didn’t sound like it was my own. “Robin?”
No answer.
I looked around, hoping that maybe he was playing a trick on me, that he was somewhere nearby laughing at my pain and the horrible state I was in. Please let that be the case, that he was a horrible person playing a trick on me, and not that he wasn’t here.
“Robin?” I asked again, feeling my heart going into overdrive at the lack of response.
My voice echoed around me, and I could hear the humorous chitter chatter of faeries around me, but no Robin came to say that he was just around the corner.
Don’t panic, don’t panic.
I was alone in Tir na nÓg. Not only that, but based on how the trees looked like they were on fire with red and orange leaves that the wind plucked off their branches, I was somewhere in the Autumn Court. How, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was where the faeries hated humans. Where I was completely lost.
More tears came and I hunched forward despite the pain in my chest and cried.
***
It took a little while for me to get a handle on my sheer terror. The one good thing about being a Murphy was that I could only let so much despair swallow me before I had to do something about it. I had to figure out my next move before other faeries found me, and I didn’t want a giant like the last one to find me alone.
I looked around and tried to determine where I was. From what I could tell, I was at the bottom of a hill, surrounded by huge trees that made me feel like I was tiny. Judging by the slope and the number of leaves, I had zero hope of being able to scale the hill and see where I was.
It was also dark outside, locked into an eternal twilight. I remembered Robin saying something about the different courts being perpetually stuck at different parts of the day. It looked like it was seven o’clock on an autumn day; there was no sunlight, but the sky hadn’t reached its darkest point.
I was relieved that there was one thing I could do to help look around. I held up a hand and concentrated my new magick to my palm. A tiny spark erupted there, and I held a small flame in my hand. The wonder of being able to do that still amazed me, but I had to figure out how to get out of here.
The little flame lit up the immediate area around me, filling out the shadows that had been just out of reach before. I could see eyes of all shapes and sizes looking down at me, some curious and some malicious. Not the best feeling in the world, having a bunch of faeries watch you while you cried.
“Can anyone help me?” I asked.
A few of the eyes blinked at me, but no one responded. Better than having one attack me, but I needed some help.
“Can any of you help me find the Summer Court or a faerie named Robin Goodfellow? Please?” I’m desperate.
At first, nothing happened. I saw some of the eyes wink out of existence, while the others just kept watching me. I was about to cry out in frustration when…
A small bluish light appeared about twenty yards ahead of me, adding its light to my small, palm-held fire. It hovered in the air, just by itself, as if waiting for me patiently.
I didn’t know much about faerie folklore, but my brain suddenly remembered a part in a
Ugh, maybe it wasn’t as soft as I originally thought.
I gingerly sat up, cringing as my abdomen ached in protest. I thought the giant’s foot had cracked a few ribs. I could only manage a shallow breath because pain wracked through my body in warning.
Was anything else broken?
I took stock of myself, wincing with each and every new movement. There was only a little bit of blood from scratches, and I checked my stomach for bruises. No bones poking through my flesh and I could feel all ten fingers and toes. I think I had escaped without breaking anything important. I’m sure I didn’t look too pretty though.
“Robin?” I asked through dry, chapped lips. My voice didn’t sound like it was my own. “Robin?”
No answer.
I looked around, hoping that maybe he was playing a trick on me, that he was somewhere nearby laughing at my pain and the horrible state I was in. Please let that be the case, that he was a horrible person playing a trick on me, and not that he wasn’t here.
“Robin?” I asked again, feeling my heart going into overdrive at the lack of response.
My voice echoed around me, and I could hear the humorous chitter chatter of faeries around me, but no Robin came to say that he was just around the corner.
Don’t panic, don’t panic.
I was alone in Tir na nÓg. Not only that, but based on how the trees looked like they were on fire with red and orange leaves that the wind plucked off their branches, I was somewhere in the Autumn Court. How, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was where the faeries hated humans. Where I was completely lost.
More tears came and I hunched forward despite the pain in my chest and cried.
***
It took a little while for me to get a handle on my sheer terror. The one good thing about being a Murphy was that I could only let so much despair swallow me before I had to do something about it. I had to figure out my next move before other faeries found me, and I didn’t want a giant like the last one to find me alone.
I looked around and tried to determine where I was. From what I could tell, I was at the bottom of a hill, surrounded by huge trees that made me feel like I was tiny. Judging by the slope and the number of leaves, I had zero hope of being able to scale the hill and see where I was.
It was also dark outside, locked into an eternal twilight. I remembered Robin saying something about the different courts being perpetually stuck at different parts of the day. It looked like it was seven o’clock on an autumn day; there was no sunlight, but the sky hadn’t reached its darkest point.
I was relieved that there was one thing I could do to help look around. I held up a hand and concentrated my new magick to my palm. A tiny spark erupted there, and I held a small flame in my hand. The wonder of being able to do that still amazed me, but I had to figure out how to get out of here.
The little flame lit up the immediate area around me, filling out the shadows that had been just out of reach before. I could see eyes of all shapes and sizes looking down at me, some curious and some malicious. Not the best feeling in the world, having a bunch of faeries watch you while you cried.
“Can anyone help me?” I asked.
A few of the eyes blinked at me, but no one responded. Better than having one attack me, but I needed some help.
“Can any of you help me find the Summer Court or a faerie named Robin Goodfellow? Please?” I’m desperate.
At first, nothing happened. I saw some of the eyes wink out of existence, while the others just kept watching me. I was about to cry out in frustration when…
A small bluish light appeared about twenty yards ahead of me, adding its light to my small, palm-held fire. It hovered in the air, just by itself, as if waiting for me patiently.
I didn’t know much about faerie folklore, but my brain suddenly remembered a part in a
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