In fifth grade English, Mrs. Barnett use to give us a picture from a magazine and had us write a story about it. To this day, I still find this fun. Person, place or thing, what’s the rest of the story?
Is she good or is she bad? Was she jilted on her wedding day? There are no rules, whatever you think is the right answer.
Shall we play?
I was told I’m evil, a child of the dark. The light say I may be innocent now, but eventually I will kill and destroy just as my ancestors have done.
Until a few months ago, I thought there were only humans and I was one of them. I didn’t even know fae existed, light or dark. Now I’m hunted, already judged and sentenced because of what, not who I am.
I’m one of the last dark fae. I can’t let them execute me. But if I fight the light, will I fulfill my dark destiny?
What’s her story? Tell us your version.