When you think of a fairy, what image do you hold in your head? Most of us think to Disney movies (where we first get most of our fairy tales from) and imagine a very small, delicate little person. Someone light enough to stand on the tip of your finger without you having to put much effort into holding him or her up. They fly, with wings similar to an insect or butterfly and are usually accompanied by glitter of some sort. They are cute, kind little beings, right? Well that may be how they are seen today, but their origins were very very different.

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The original folklore surrounding fairies described them as being either short and troll-like, or tall and beautiful like an angel. Their origins are unknown, and speculation ranges from them being types of angels, to demons, to otherworldly dead things, to an unknown species. It is also unclear as to whether or not the idea of fairies came about due to a lost old religion, or were a portrayal of a conquered people. The lists of traits they had is even more impressive and confusing than where they may or may not have come from.

Unlike fairies today, they had no wings and flew with the use of magic’s. They could shape shift as well. It was thought that their size was not a fixed state, but something that they could change at will to suit their needs. It was the same with their appearance and overall form. The people of the times mainly wrote stories about fairies as guides for protection against them. What charms and herbs to wear in order to keep them away. Apparently, fairies would readily steal your children, and sometimes leave a replacement creature disguised as what they had taken; changelings. One can’t help but wonder how many babies had to go missing in that time before the explanation of fairies as the culprits came about. One can’t help but wonder if little people infairy costumes were really responsible.

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow

The smell of smoke drifts into your bedroom and you wake up coughing. After glancing at your digital alarm clock and thinking groggily for a few moments that ‘it’s not even daylight out yet’, you realize it wasn’t the alarm that woke you. You smell the smoke and walk out towards the living room of your apartment but everything seems normal enough. You can smell it though, something is on fire somewhere and the smoke is spreading quickly. You slip on some shoes, grab your wallet and cellular phone and head out into the hallway. The emergency exit is around the corner, but curiosity gets the better of you and you follow your nose instead. You head in the other direction and open the door to the stairwell on the other side of the hall.

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Where the stairs turn, you can see fire. It’s directly above your floor but nobody seems to be awake, or leaving. The sprinkler system hasn’t turned on either. You quickly close the door and run back down the hall. Were you really just that heavy of a sleeper that you didn’t notice everyone else leaving? Or was there no alarm, no warning? Was everyone still in their apartments sleeping?

You bang on your neighbor’s door and she opens it, groggily staring up at you and wondering why you’ve woken her. The building is on fire, you explain hurriedly, you tell her she has to get out. It seems that it wasn’t just you, it was the entire floor. As she runs back inside to grab her dog, you rub back down the hall. Starting at the apartments closest to the stairwell, you scream and knock on each door until the person comes out, or you’re convinced that nobody is home. The air gets thick around you, and you can see the flames curling through the ceiling now, but you make sure to get everyone in your hall out of the building. As you head down the stairs of the emergency exit though, you feel lightheaded and unstable. You struggle to get out of the building but your limbs give way to fatigue. There isn’t enough oxygen in your blood, and you think that maybe this was the last thing you were meant to do before you die. Your eyelids grow heavy and you loose consciousness.

To your surprise though, you wake up in an ambulance not even a half-hour later. You ask a paramedic what happened and he explains that someone had dragged you out of the building and disappeared soon after. You ask if it was a firefighter, and the man tells you that this person was dressed casually.

The paramedic smiles at you and says “Maybe you’ve got a guardian angel.”

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow