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At the bottom of the garden, past the lake and hidden behind the waterfall, Mary took Eleanor by the hand. “You needn’t be afraid dear sister, you’ve got baby Abigail,” she said as she let the cascading water fall through her fingers.
“No Mary, don’t let’s go down there, it’s so dark!” said Eleanor as she pulled her doll close to her body.
“You’re such a cowardly custard. You do want to see the fairies, don’t you?”
Eleanor nodded slowly before cautiously venturing onto the first rugged step. She looked back at Mary, her eyes wide, the corners of her mouth turned down. Mary smiled as she took a couple of steps, pulling Eleanor along with her. As they rounded the corner a faint whistle caused them to stop for a moment.
“Fairies!” said Eleanor, her fear disappearing in an instant a she broke into a run.
As they reached the end of the grotto a number of different whistles over the sound of the gushing waterfall could be heard.
“They’re singing!” said Mary as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister.
Outside the sun broke from a cloud and through carefully carved holes in the stone trickles of light poured in. The minerals in the rock face sparkled like gem stones.
“It’s beautiful!” cried Eleanor as her eyes danced around the grotto, taking in every detail. From the corner of her eye she caught something out of place. The tiny arm of a rag doll.
Open-mouthed she tugged on Mary’s sleeve.
“It’s astounding isn’t it!” said Mary, still captivated by the lights. Eleanor continued to tug on her arm, pointing into the corner.
As Mary turned to the corner the sun disappeared once more, throwing the grotto back into darkness.
Eleanor held baby Abigail tightly until a new light came into the room. Tiny winged creatures emerged from the rock and fluttered around them. Mary traced the path of a fairy, dancing as it circled her head. Eleanor maintained her grip on her doll her eyes going back to the tiny arm in the corner.
More and more fairies formed from the rock. The sound of water passing above them stopped momentarily. Eleanor made for the exit, but a flurry of fairies flew for her, swamping her. Mary stepped towards her sister but as she did so the rock tore open. As she stood stunned a cluster of fairies formed behind her, striking the back of her legs, knocking her to the ground. Eleanor was lifted from the ground and began to disappear into the gaping hole in the rock. Mary twisted and turned, trying to shake fairies off. Every time she managed to free herself of a group, she would be attacked by a larger one, all pulling her towards the opening. Her fingers dug into the rock, but it was hopeless the sheer number of fairies winning the battle.
The rock face pulled back into place, leaving no evidence that the girls had ever been in the grotto. Except for the tiny arm of baby Abigail stuck in the rock face.
“No Mary, don’t let’s go down there, it’s so dark!” said Eleanor as she pulled her doll close to her body.
“You’re such a cowardly custard. You do want to see the fairies, don’t you?”
Eleanor nodded slowly before cautiously venturing onto the first rugged step. She looked back at Mary, her eyes wide, the corners of her mouth turned down. Mary smiled as she took a couple of steps, pulling Eleanor along with her. As they rounded the corner a faint whistle caused them to stop for a moment.
“Fairies!” said Eleanor, her fear disappearing in an instant a she broke into a run.
As they reached the end of the grotto a number of different whistles over the sound of the gushing waterfall could be heard.
“They’re singing!” said Mary as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister.
Outside the sun broke from a cloud and through carefully carved holes in the stone trickles of light poured in. The minerals in the rock face sparkled like gem stones.
“It’s beautiful!” cried Eleanor as her eyes danced around the grotto, taking in every detail. From the corner of her eye she caught something out of place. The tiny arm of a rag doll.
Open-mouthed she tugged on Mary’s sleeve.
“It’s astounding isn’t it!” said Mary, still captivated by the lights. Eleanor continued to tug on her arm, pointing into the corner.
As Mary turned to the corner the sun disappeared once more, throwing the grotto back into darkness.
Eleanor held baby Abigail tightly until a new light came into the room. Tiny winged creatures emerged from the rock and fluttered around them. Mary traced the path of a fairy, dancing as it circled her head. Eleanor maintained her grip on her doll her eyes going back to the tiny arm in the corner.
More and more fairies formed from the rock. The sound of water passing above them stopped momentarily. Eleanor made for the exit, but a flurry of fairies flew for her, swamping her. Mary stepped towards her sister but as she did so the rock tore open. As she stood stunned a cluster of fairies formed behind her, striking the back of her legs, knocking her to the ground. Eleanor was lifted from the ground and began to disappear into the gaping hole in the rock. Mary twisted and turned, trying to shake fairies off. Every time she managed to free herself of a group, she would be attacked by a larger one, all pulling her towards the opening. Her fingers dug into the rock, but it was hopeless the sheer number of fairies winning the battle.
The rock face pulled back into place, leaving no evidence that the girls had ever been in the grotto. Except for the tiny arm of baby Abigail stuck in the rock face.
Heh. Nicely done, Meka.
Pesky evil faries.
Very nice indeed.
Very nice indeed.
At the bottom of the garden, past the lake and hidden behind the waterfall, Mary took Eleanor by the hand. “You needn’t be afraid dear sister, you’ve got baby Abigail,” she said as she let the cascading water fall through her fingers.
“No Mary, don’t let’s go down there, it’s so dark!” said Eleanor as she pulled her doll close to her body.
“You’re such a cowardly custard. You do want to see the fairies, don’t you?”
Eleanor nodded slowly before cautiously venturing onto the first rugged step. She looked back at Mary, her eyes wide, the corners of her mouth turned down. Mary smiled as she took a couple of steps, pulling Eleanor along with her. As they rounded the corner a faint whistle caused them to stop for a moment.
“Fairies!” said Eleanor, her fear disappearing in an instant a she broke into a run.
As they reached the end of the grotto a number of different whistles over the sound of the gushing waterfall could be heard.
“They’re singing!” said Mary as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister.
Outside the sun broke from a cloud and through carefully carved holes in the stone trickles of light poured in. The minerals in the rock face sparkled like gem stones.
“It’s beautiful!” cried Eleanor as her eyes danced around the grotto, taking in every detail. From the corner of her eye she caught something out of place. The tiny arm of a rag doll.
Open-mouthed she tugged on Mary’s sleeve.
“It’s astounding isn’t it!” said Mary, still captivated by the lights. Eleanor continued to tug on her arm, pointing into the corner.
As Mary turned to the corner the sun disappeared once more, throwing the grotto back into darkness.
Eleanor held baby Abigail tightly until a new light came into the room. Tiny winged creatures emerged from the rock and fluttered around them. Mary traced the path of a fairy, dancing as it circled her head. Eleanor maintained her grip on her doll her eyes going back to the tiny arm in the corner.
More and more fairies formed from the rock. The sound of water passing above them stopped momentarily. Eleanor made for the exit, but a flurry of fairies flew for her, swamping her. Mary stepped towards her sister but as she did so the rock tore open. As she stood stunned a cluster of fairies formed behind her, striking the back of her legs, knocking her to the ground. Eleanor was lifted from the ground and began to disappear into the gaping hole in the rock. Mary twisted and turned, trying to shake fairies off. Every time she managed to free herself of a group, she would be attacked by a larger one, all pulling her towards the opening. Her fingers dug into the rock, but it was hopeless the sheer number of fairies winning the battle.
The rock face pulled back into place, leaving no evidence that the girls had ever been in the grotto. Except for the tiny arm of baby Abigail stuck in the rock face.
“No Mary, don’t let’s go down there, it’s so dark!” said Eleanor as she pulled her doll close to her body.
“You’re such a cowardly custard. You do want to see the fairies, don’t you?”
Eleanor nodded slowly before cautiously venturing onto the first rugged step. She looked back at Mary, her eyes wide, the corners of her mouth turned down. Mary smiled as she took a couple of steps, pulling Eleanor along with her. As they rounded the corner a faint whistle caused them to stop for a moment.
“Fairies!” said Eleanor, her fear disappearing in an instant a she broke into a run.
As they reached the end of the grotto a number of different whistles over the sound of the gushing waterfall could be heard.
“They’re singing!” said Mary as she wrapped an arm around her younger sister.
Outside the sun broke from a cloud and through carefully carved holes in the stone trickles of light poured in. The minerals in the rock face sparkled like gem stones.
“It’s beautiful!” cried Eleanor as her eyes danced around the grotto, taking in every detail. From the corner of her eye she caught something out of place. The tiny arm of a rag doll.
Open-mouthed she tugged on Mary’s sleeve.
“It’s astounding isn’t it!” said Mary, still captivated by the lights. Eleanor continued to tug on her arm, pointing into the corner.
As Mary turned to the corner the sun disappeared once more, throwing the grotto back into darkness.
Eleanor held baby Abigail tightly until a new light came into the room. Tiny winged creatures emerged from the rock and fluttered around them. Mary traced the path of a fairy, dancing as it circled her head. Eleanor maintained her grip on her doll her eyes going back to the tiny arm in the corner.
More and more fairies formed from the rock. The sound of water passing above them stopped momentarily. Eleanor made for the exit, but a flurry of fairies flew for her, swamping her. Mary stepped towards her sister but as she did so the rock tore open. As she stood stunned a cluster of fairies formed behind her, striking the back of her legs, knocking her to the ground. Eleanor was lifted from the ground and began to disappear into the gaping hole in the rock. Mary twisted and turned, trying to shake fairies off. Every time she managed to free herself of a group, she would be attacked by a larger one, all pulling her towards the opening. Her fingers dug into the rock, but it was hopeless the sheer number of fairies winning the battle.
The rock face pulled back into place, leaving no evidence that the girls had ever been in the grotto. Except for the tiny arm of baby Abigail stuck in the rock face.