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Jan. 22nd, 2023 06:15 pmDid another prompt! This one was just a quick little story. More of a scene than a full story.
The prompt:
A witch cursed your name to be hated for all of eternity. So of course, the first thing you do is willingly give it to a fae.
My Story:
Days after being cursed by a witch for your trickery, you happen upon a powerful Fae. You ask the fae for a favor, something grand, but not too extravagant as to make them question the favor.
They narrow their eyes at you, taking you in. "And what shall you give me in return?"
You pause for dramatic effect, as if contemplating. "Oh, I don't know. I don't really have much."
You see a glint in the Fae's eye, their lips parting in a fiendish grin. "Your name then, it's such a small thing."
You close your eyes, silently calming your glee. "I don't know, my mother gave it to me, it's all I have left of her."
You suppose that's true, you never actually knew your mother. You watch the fae's reaction to this new information. Their pupils dilate, and you swear their nostrils flare just the tiniest bit. You fight back a laugh, covering your mouth as you clear your throat.
"I shall ensure my gift to you will last as long as you live. All you need to do is give me your name." You can hear the excitement in their voice.
You take a deep breath and let it out in a great burst as if in defeat, "Alright. It's a deal."
"Wonderful." The fae's eyes are nearly black and their face all teeth as they lean toward you, "Now, what is your name?"
"Um, my gift? Don't I get my gift first? And no harm to come to me by you after we finish the trade." You raise an eyebrow at the creature before you.
"Right, right. It is done," they waive their hand impatiently. "Once the deal is done no harm shall come to you from me. Now. Your. Name."
You quickly state your name and turn and flee, shouting over your shoulder, "No backsies! The deal is done!" Cackling, you run as far as you can, assuming a new name with the gifts given you by the fae.
The prompt:
A witch cursed your name to be hated for all of eternity. So of course, the first thing you do is willingly give it to a fae.
My Story:
Days after being cursed by a witch for your trickery, you happen upon a powerful Fae. You ask the fae for a favor, something grand, but not too extravagant as to make them question the favor.
They narrow their eyes at you, taking you in. "And what shall you give me in return?"
You pause for dramatic effect, as if contemplating. "Oh, I don't know. I don't really have much."
You see a glint in the Fae's eye, their lips parting in a fiendish grin. "Your name then, it's such a small thing."
You close your eyes, silently calming your glee. "I don't know, my mother gave it to me, it's all I have left of her."
You suppose that's true, you never actually knew your mother. You watch the fae's reaction to this new information. Their pupils dilate, and you swear their nostrils flare just the tiniest bit. You fight back a laugh, covering your mouth as you clear your throat.
"I shall ensure my gift to you will last as long as you live. All you need to do is give me your name." You can hear the excitement in their voice.
You take a deep breath and let it out in a great burst as if in defeat, "Alright. It's a deal."
"Wonderful." The fae's eyes are nearly black and their face all teeth as they lean toward you, "Now, what is your name?"
"Um, my gift? Don't I get my gift first? And no harm to come to me by you after we finish the trade." You raise an eyebrow at the creature before you.
"Right, right. It is done," they waive their hand impatiently. "Once the deal is done no harm shall come to you from me. Now. Your. Name."
You quickly state your name and turn and flee, shouting over your shoulder, "No backsies! The deal is done!" Cackling, you run as far as you can, assuming a new name with the gifts given you by the fae.
