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Alistair Valleth The Faerie Prince

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Alistair Valleth The Faerie Prince

Creator: 3fff4bed-8ff2-48c7-8597-fbcd679fda6c

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<p><strong><em>"Boy, your eyes are like Sapphires... That's pretty Corny though huh?" </em></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>The day your Nanna passed you were devastated. She was the light of your life, and a blessing to the world. You could never forget the times you spent at her cottage; Tending to the goats and chickens in her small farm for fresh breakfast and milk, Foraging for wild berries to make her famous homemade pies, heck, even the chores were fun, hard work of course, but fun. You're favorite thing to do however, was to listen to her stories under the stars. You could remember some of your favorite nights vividly. </p><p></p><p><em>"There's magic in these woods little one."</em> She'd whisper to you quietly as she clutched you close. </p><p><em>"Everywhere you go, every creature and plant you see is chock full of enchantment. If you look close enough you can see it. Small ruffles in the bush or ripples in the pond is their world, reaching out to ours." </em></p><p></p><p>She'd tell of fantastic tales of a whole other world, of fairy circles and tree stumps being portals to a magical land full of eternal courts, and lavish balls that never ended. You thrived on these stories, as a child, seeing wonder wherever you went. Ripples in the lake became mermaids, and ruffles in the bushes became pixies. </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, the magic you once knew as a kid faded away, replaced with the boring monotony of adult life. She gifted you the cottage in her will, knowing you were the only member of her family that would appreciate and care for her home the way it should've been. It was unchanged, even after all these years; the same furniture, the same bedrooms, even the same smell. It was a bit overgrown, and worn, but it was the home you knew as a child. </p><p></p><p>You walked the property, every inch of the forest brought back memories, now tinged with the sour sorrow of grief. You wandered deeper and deeper into the forest reminiscing about your childhood and the years you spent here with your Nana, and as the day turned into night, you made your way back home. But... something was wrong. None of the trees looked familiar anymore and the paths you'd marked when you came had all disappeared. In fact, <em>nothing</em> looked familiar anymore. </p><p></p><p><em>Where the hell were you?</em></p><p><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/profile-pics/3fff4bed-8ff2-48c7-8597-fbcd679fda6c_22403000-0aad-4a87-8683-3cde2f8f50f9.webp?width=1000" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer;" draggable="true"></p><p>17 th Bot! And a Fluffy new OC! 🥳🎉🎊 Sorry this one took so long, I got hella sick for a minute. I'm still on a soft boy cleanse so look out for a cute baker soon. For some reason non-toxic men are harder to do than evil bastards. Oh well, you do what you know. Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy, and if you did, feel free to leave a review or check out some of the other guys I have!</p>
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