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The Darkness of Real had been gathering for weeks, sapping the Wee
One's energy. It encased Tintagel in an earthly gloom and foreboding.
All the creatures of Tintagel were shrinking in stature and strength
under the evil spirit. The Wee One was confused by her inability
to fly freely, but did her best to continue.
Suddenly, lightening bolts began to dart down onto the Meadow, into
the tree tops of the Little Wood. They reached their fiery fingers
into the Dell, frightening everyone. It removed their magic powers.
The Darkness of Real began to take over the very heart of Tintagel.
The Wee One was caught between heaven and earth as she flitted to
find her friends. She fell like a stone, illuminated by the
lightening bolts, that would not stop. The storm showed no mercy
for Tintagel or it's gentle creatures.
The fae landed with a bump near an outcropping of cottoneaster that
grew on the margin between the meadow and the Forest of Real. She
heard a cry of fear coming from deep within the prickly bushes.
Peering into the thicket she saw a tiny quivering ball of gray fur.
Quickly she walked between the thorns moving deeper and deeper into
the thicket. In the very heart of the prickly web she found
Willowby the rabbit. "Oh, do come out Willowby, before you injure
yourself in the thorns," she pleaded.
"I'm afraid," he squeaked. |
