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She stumbled on roots and clawed through briars, but the baby was safe. Her daughter would be safe.
The woman cast desperately one more spell, which caused the wind to shriek only louder in angry response. A thin beam of light then shone and guided her way.
Hours later she would see a house and be almost struck down with relief. The door would be red. She would knock frantically.
The baby sleeps.
A voice would then come from the house, the door opening.
The woman, sobbing with relief, would fold into the man standing there. He would be confused, but gently listen to her story and take her in.
Within the house the woman would thank him graciously, emptying her pockets of the remains of the treasury she could carry with her. The woman would tell the man that he will need it for the baby.
The people of Fairy had revolted against the woman. She might have deserved it. Through the years she had let many mistakes go uncounted. Expensive, magical mistakes. Even before she left her land for magical fancies. Even after she returned knowing fully what her actions would reap. With little left to do but survive, she would sob into the man’s arms as she placed her daughter into them.
The woman would then leave the house shortly after, the forest swallowing her whole. She had promised the man she entrusted her child to that she would return. Not this day, but once upon a distant time, in her daughter’s hour of need, the woman swore she would return.