The Stolen Gift of Fairy Sight

She danced to the music of the piper as he played his tune beside the fire. Feathered winds lifted her into the air…her spirit ran free.

She wore a garland of flowers in her hair and a dress that sparkled in shades of carmine.

She knew the dangers, but lost in the evocative sounds of the piper’s music she didn’t see his four-leaf shamrock.

The music stopped…he grabbed her roughly. She squealed, breaking free. With a wave of her fairy wand, a puff of wind blew across his face…he felt no pain…his eyes blinded, his pipe silenced.

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