With the last bit of energy, Elith bites down on the hand and takes off running into the wooded area behind the tavern. She hides amongst the brush and waits. Her breathing and heaving must be heard a mile away. "I have to calm myself," she convinces herself. If she stays quiet maybe the monster won't hear her. Maybe whatever it is that tried to grab her will leave.
In her head she sings the verse her mother would sing to her after a nightmare. "Breath...little fairy. Don't cry little fairy. Tomorrow the sun shall shine again.
Breath...little fairy. Don't cry little fairy. Tomorrow you'll fly again."
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