In those days, they called Elphame the Summerlands, because the Queen had hidden it from winter’s sight.
Magpie flew there with a bag of his most precious treasures, and was met by two of the Fae.
“Tired of the dark, little bird?” one said.
“Did you not enjoy your gold… while it lasted?” laughed the other.
“I’ve come to see the Queen,” Magpie said. “Got some stuff for her. It’s very shiny.”
The Fae smiled. “We can take you to the Queen.”
“Guard of honour! Awesome!”
“Oh no, little bird.” The Fae drew his knife. “Not a guest. A prisoner.”
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