>>37349208Ye olde fanfiction.
"T'were it harvest seas when ovr hero Farmerson who nay but a yar o'er 15 of God's blessings walk'd. On his journ toward towar moor to gather peat for warmth gainst bitter months ahead.
T'were it he found an elderly maid longside the path. "God's blessing eld maid, t'were it not?"
"Aye young son, mayhaps taken mine hand to help myself up. I am ever so frail."
"But of course."
Farmerson lent his hand to her, and she flew higher, dew gloss wings emerged, her visiage radiant and young.
"Thank you Farmerson, I be a Fae!"
"Wonderous joy! Let's us be off toward the Moor!"
How'ev, the Fae did not hear; as more Fae came from the woods, spiraling round Farmerson gleefully humourous, running their fair maiden bodies gainst him.
"Milday?"
Farmerson was strewn gainst a large tree, breaking his stride along with body. Each Fae bearing their talons and teeth as assault by assault launched gainst he.
"Please God save me!"
But God was not present there, the swarm of Fae drained Farmerson of vitality, flesh, youth and blood as they breed and fed on the lad.
Farmer wondered where doth his son be, and saw the ravaged corpse of an old man near the Moor.
"My son, oh my only son. What fate have thee met?"
He saw an eld maid aside the tree.
"Oh please good sir...help me up. I am ever so frail."
