Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot spent days curled up and immobile. The skin tightened around him. His bones deformed into bent claws and bowed arms and legs. This was no way to live. Toybels would most likely have died had not a herd of fairies chanced upon him. They took pity on his situation and lifted him away from ordinary existence and took him to a safe place in the forest, near a brook suffused with soft yellow light. That first night they all slept near him. Toybels’s eyes were glossy with fear and incomprehension. The fairies told him that would get better.

Labels: Prodigy