The Wild Child Part 1
The Wild Child
Faeries do not exist in our world.
But only for those who have ceased to look…
Chapter 1. On My Way Home
"Watch where yer a-goin', young master!" The old man brandished a stick at whoever had stepped in front of his cart horse. His offender, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, bowed his head and stuttered an apology.
The old man looked the boy- he couldn't have been more than seventeen- over, peering at him under huge, bushy, gray eyebrows. "Ye don't wanna keep ya eyes on where ya a-goin', ye might run into one a' THEIR traps," he warned, and the boy's head went up.
"Their who?" he asked, keen intelligence and interest glimmering in the sapphire depths of his eyes.
"Them ones," the man answered, nodding out to the misty hills in the distance. "Them fae folk. They always be up to their tricks, mind ya, so be always weary." The boy smiled, and shook his head.
"Naw, sir, they'd have naught to do with me," he said, grinning. "I haven't a coin for them to steal."