Category 52 S | Prompt 3 | Week 3: Destined

Her wellington boots wade through petrified leaves dripping tiny icicles. Andromeda sees she’s coming up to the Warning Posts. They always carry different stories the posts, depending on recent crime and punishments. Number one is a wooden pole (almost rotted). The glass box glued to its top has a human thumb inside, pretty decomposed. A plaque is nailed underneath, crude but legible it reads....

Faery Tale: Chapter Two by Jessica Thompson # Midir stepped out from the depths of Brí Léith and took a long, deep breath as his piercing blue eyes adjusted to the brightness of daylight. He turned his face upwards towards…...