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Far beyond the clouds, his scream had risen, crossing into the world whence his soul had been birthed. The fairies that had abandoned him responded to his cry and came forth to protect him, their brilliant lights having, at last, flickered to life whilst another was present. They whispered to him, comforted and commanded him, in the hopes that their knowledge could save the child. For the boy to live was crucial to their existence, and so they worked to save him, knowing not that they were nothing more than the imaginative creations of a young boy’s dreams. Less aware of their origin was Bramble himself, believing without even a hint of doubt that the fairies were alive and around him, wishing to save his life.

A voice filled the prince’s mind, one that he regarded as the Fairy Queen, insisting that he fight back. Yet, only after the jaws of Death had closed around his flesh had he started to flail his limbs, aiming for nothing and everything all at once. Panicked, he’d retreated into his own mind, his body moving on autopilot as his instinct of self-preservation was thrown into overdrive. With his mouth opened wide, the child tried to twist himself around whilst seeking to latch his jaws around any part of his attacker that he could reach.

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