Away with the faeries…

That’s where I’ve been for three weeks!

I was innocently wandering on the hillside and suddenly the hillside opened – I was taken inside by a tall spindly man called Fetcher.

Don’t worry, it was the Seelie faery court and though they were mischievous at times, they were also kind – they granted me wings and gave me a new name (which I cannot say because names are power as you know).

I was also treated to the finest food I have ever eaten – strange mushrooms cooked in even stranger herbs, the sweetest wines and an odd type of candy with a small faery light in the centre.

It seemed I was there only an evening or two  – time passes strangely there, but when I found myself alone, wingless and cold on the hillside – minus my shoes too!  I’d bet a bag of faery shinies that little elfling took them – I knew it had been much longer.

Three weeks the police say and everyone worried sick.

But I’m back here, at least in body. At night, I dream of that hillside and I can still hear their strange music on the wind.