The Lost Fae

tay at home parent of a deaf child, and I am writing purely for my own enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of others. Constructive critic

e worked hard to maintain a healthy and muscled build. She had gotten the scars on her hands and wrists on her 18th birthday, a freak accident causing a tea kettle to erupt and pouring boiling water upon them. She had gone to the emergency room for severe b

es just as they were beginning to ripen. Wynne was an artist, and admittedly, it was a terrible job to have on the days she was in pain. But painting was her life, and it brought her such jo

rted when she was 7, and she had run screaming into her parents room in the middle of the night. Her poor father had nearly had a heart attack, muttering curses in Gaelic as he realized that the commotion was his frightened child. When she turn

them to become hits with collectors and critics alike. It was this that made her strive to regain enough ability in her hands to pick up a paintbrush again. After a few years of physical therapy, and intense h

ush she had clutched within the fingers of her other hand. She had just finished another work. This one depicted many creatures, as they seemed to ride into war. It was the most r

pon her freckled cheeks, and on the grungy tee and ripped up jeans she wore. Wynne may have loved painting, but it always felt gross when she painted vigorously enough to get it everywhere.

nce everything was properly tidied, she snatched up her satchel and slung it over her shoulder, slipping her feet into the sandals she always wore to the studio. It felt better for

, and the breeze brought the smell of fresh blooming spring blossoms to float around her. The day was warm when she had left to paint. Which meant all she had brought with her to the studio was her satchel.

ng greetings. She found herself lost in wonder, wandering along the paths until she had found herself in a section of woods. An unearthly screech had brought her out of her enchantment. It startled her,

as, or where it had come from. At first glance it appeared to be a giant red-capped mushroom. It had a humanoid face, glowing red eyes, and grizzly fangs poking out of it's mouth. It

ng to be joined by other creatures out of her nightmares. Something struck her from behind. Th