They came from the trees. I’d say they were wild faeries on the backs of darting hummingbirds, defending some grove or mushroom circle. I woke up hours later, with tiny darts running up and down my neck.  My friends had all fled, It was dark. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: fantasy, mini saga

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