Farrah’s Fays, Fiction by Chloe Rose Ramsey

Farrah’s Fays

Fiction by Chloe-Rose Ramsey

“Little Girl. Little Girl, come here!”

Little Farrah had been wheeling her red wagon cross the sidewalk when she’d heard it. She stopped so abruptly that the carefully built tower of scout cookies in her wagon collapsed, spilling boxes all over the grass and sidewalk. She warily looked around for the source of the pretty feminine voice and finding no one began picking up her merchandise.

“Little Girl!!”

Farrah jumped and was about to run when she caught sight of the speaker. Instead she gasped in admiration. It was a beautiful young Asian woman with light purple hair, light purple eyes with large pupils that seemed to continuously change color, and giant purple butterfly-like wings.

“Hello Farrah.” She said with a sweet smile. “Could I have that?”

She pointed to the box of cookies Farrah held.

“Sure! It’s five dollars.”

The fairy pursed her lips, brushed back a lock of hair revealing a slightly pointed ear and whined

“But I don’t have any money! Couldn’t you just give it to me?”

Farrah shook her head.

“Have to pay.”

She turned to put the box she held back in her wagon. When she looked up the fairy was standing inches away. Farrah shrieked in surprise.

The fairy said sweetly “If you give me those cookies for free I’ll give you wings.” She fluttered her massive wings creating such a powerful wind she almost knocked Farrah over.

“Wouldn’t you like beautiful wings of your own?”

“They are lovely.”

The fairy beamed.

“But I’m not supposed to give my cookies away, I’m supposed to sell them.”

Farrah grabbed her wagon’s handle and began to run, the fairy materialized in front of her forcing her to skid to a halt.

“If you give me the whole wagon I’ll take you to Fairyland.”

“You will?”

The fairy nodded cheerfully.

“Why do you want these cookies so badly? They’re just cookies.”

“Why because they’re made of sugar! We LOVE sugar!!”

She said the word “sugar” with a kind of longing gasp.

“Just close your eyes, Just close your eyes and I’ll take you to Fairyland.”

Farrah did as she was instructed but gripped the wagon tight. The fairy wretched her hand off it immediately and led her off the path, keeping a gentle yet surprisingly firm hold of her. A moment later Farrah felt herself being lurched forward into something prickly. She cried out and the fairy gave a little scream of laughter. Farrah opened her eyes. She’d been pushed headfirst into a bush. By the time she’d dislodged herself the fairy was gone with her wagon and cookies. ***

Later Farrah got in trouble at her scout meeting. When it was discovered she hadn’t sold any cookies and the boxes were missing, her scout leader (Who was also her mom) became convinced Farrah kept them for herself and had hidden them somewhere. When Farrah explained that a pretty purple fairy stole them her mother grounded her for being dishonest. And she had to use the allowance money she’d been saving up to pay for the missing boxes! Farrah was sitting in a corner of the living room thinking about the unfairness of it all when there was a knock at the door.

“Mom! Dad!” Farrah yelled.

She could hear them in the background, her dad clanking away on his keyboard in his office and her mom rifling through all of Farrah’s possessions in search of the missing boxes of cookies.

The knock came again, more persistent.

“There’s someone at the door!” Farrah called to her parents.

Now the knocking was much louder and quicker!

“ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump”

Farrah threw open the door. Standing on the other side was another fairy, Farrah could tell by the color-changing pupils and slightly pointed ears. This fairy was Caucasian with light green eyes and copper red hair worn in a braid that cascaded down her shoulder. Her face was scrunched up in extreme impatience and her hand raised to once again pound on the door. Seeing Farrah her arm dropped to her side and she smiled.

“Hi, Farrah.” She said. “I wanted to apologize for my friend’s behavior.”

She moved aside to reveal Farrah’s wagon.

“My wagon!” Farrah exclaimed happily. “Thank you!”

“Also this.” The fairy said.

She took something out of the pocket of her dress and offered it to Farrah. It was a glittering tiara, seemingly made of diamond and just the right size for Farrah’s head.

“Oooh!”

Farrah gingerly took it from the fairy’s delicate fingers.

“Do you like it?”

Farrah nodded.

“It’s our way of saying thank you for the sweets!”

“I didn’t exactly give them to you, your friend stole them.”

The fairy frowned and Farrah swiftly changed the subject.

“How come you don’t have wings like the other one?”

The fairy’s face suddenly went very red and she shouted with such intensity it was almost a scream “NOT ALL FAY HAVE WINGS!!!”

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to“

The fairy snatched back the tiara from Farrah’s hands and broke it in half. She clutched her fist around it and a clear bubbling liquid oozed out from between her fingers. The tiara dissolved, the liquid remnants of it sizzled as they melted holes into the concrete.

“You gave me a poisoned tiara!”

Surprise flitted across the fairy’s face.

“Of course not!” She snapped.

“Farrah, what’s going on out there?” Farrah’s dad asked.

“Uh . . . I got my wagon back!”

Farrah turned back to the front stoop. It was now empty and peppered with little holes so deep she could see the wet dirt beneath the concrete. ***

Tween Farrah was waiting for the bus on an icy winter morning, a travel cup of hot cocoa in her hand. She took another sip and shuffled in the grey slush. Suddenly a dark hand reached out from behind her and stole her hot chocolate. Farrah whipped around to find a strange young woman with reddish brown skin and shiny black hair tied in pigtails with enormous bows who was wearing very little clothing despite the cold weather. Before Farrah could react she’d gulped down the drink and crumbled up the Styrofoam cup, magically folding it again and again until it was the size of a raindrop before dropping it into the snow. If it were a normal person around her age Farrah would have shouted and pushed her into the snow but this was the furthest thing from a normal person, this was a fairy. Farrah hadn’t seen one since she was ten years old and had assumed she’d never see one again, yet here one stood, staring at her backpack with vivid spruce green eyes.

“Hi.” Farrah said nervously.

She held out her backpack.

“You seem like you want to look at this.”

The fairy ripped the backpack out of Farrah’s hands, opened it, took out the iced gingerbread cookie Farrah had packed as a snack, and shoved the backpack back at her. In the second in which Farrah caught it the cookie was demolished. Farrah stared at the fairy in shock as she daintily brushed crumbs off her clothing. The fairy looked up at her sharply, it was clear she wanted Farrah to speak first.

“I’m Farrah.”

She simply replied “I know.”

“Um . . . What’s your name?”

“Holly.”

“Do you have a last name?”

“None of your business!”

“Uh okay. How do you know my name?”

“You’ve met a couple of my friends. Lavender. And the princess.”

“One of the fairies I met is a princess?!” Farrah asked. “Which one? Was it the one with the red hair?”

“We prefer the term Fay thank-you-very-much!” Holly said in an offended voice. “And yes, that’s the one, Princess Piper.”

“I’m afraid I offended her. I didn’t mean to! All I did was ask why she didn’t have wings!”

Holly laughed. The sound closely resembled the tinkering of a little

bell.

“The princess’s very sensitive about that. She’s half human you see, so she didn’t acquire that trait. All the species of fairy she is have wings... Except for her.” Holly said contemptuously.

“What kind of fairy am I you asked?”

“I didn’t“

“I’m a elf.”

Before Farrah could reply the elf rattled on. In just a matter of minutes she’d gone from being antisocial to extremely talkative! She was saying at the moment “There’s some good with being half human I suppose. Fay are irrational, emotional, unpredictable, we can’t focus on tasks, we don’t think before we act; that’s what Piper says anyway.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Farrah already knew too well what fairies were like.

“You’re a great listener!” Holly exclaimed. “You seem like a very special little girl.”

For a moment she simply stared at Farrah with a loving expression. Farrah squirmed in discomfort.

“Here!”

Holly pulled a beautiful porcelain doll dressed in light pink silk and lace out of the air and offered it to Farrah. Farrah was much too old for

dolls but she didn’t say so, instead she politely took it. Farrah looked down into its perfect face. When she looked up again Holly was gone and the school bus was rounding the corner. ***

Much later, when Farrah was a teenager, yet another fairy came to her house. Farrah was in her room doing homework when it knocked gently on the door. She opened it, expecting the person on the other side to be a neighborhood friend, and upon seeing it was a fairy nearly slammed the door shut again. It was a fairy she’d never seen before, a girl around her age with bright yellow skin and eyes and a rainbow of flowers braided into her wavy yellow hair who was holding a cream-colored box. Her ears were pointier than the other fairies Farrah had met and she had a small pair of fragile looking wings that were as thin as tissue paper.

“Hi! Holly asked me to give this to you.” She said in a perky voice and handed the box to Farrah.

“Why couldn’t Holly deliver it herself?”

“It’s too hot out for her. Elves like places that are freezing!”

“Oh. What kind of fair-Fay are you?” Farrah asked. She’d remembered just in time that fairies preferred to be called Fay. The fairy didn’t seem to have noticed the slip-up. She said cheerfully, “I’m a pixie! I’m Daisy!”

Farrah didn’t bother to introduce herself, she knew Daisy already knew her name.

“Well thank you Daisy for the delivery!”

“Uh-huh! Holly really seems to like you.” Daisy giggled bubbly. “Holly’s a Chatty Cathy, isn’t she?”

Farrah nodded politely.

“Good bye! Thank you!” Farrah said in her sweetest voice and started to swing close the door.

“Wait!! I want to see you open it!”

Farrah gritted her teeth. She reopened the door with an obviously fake smile, knowing by now that what stood in front of her, despite being

beautiful and magical, was dangerous and unpredictable, something she should humor and treat with the utmost respect.

She took the lid off the box and pulled out a gorgeous dress that shimmered and glowed with a million colors. It had long wispy sleeves and its skirt ended in graceful curves like the petals of a tightly closed flower.

Farrah gasped and Daisy squealed in excitement at her reaction.

“It’ll look Soooo Cute on you! Now, we know you and your best friend planned to wear matching dresses to Homecoming but this is Way better! Everyone will be Soooo jealous! Silas will definitely notice you!!”

Farrah stepped back.

“How did you know me and Zoe were gonna wear matching dresses? How do you know my crush’s name?!”

“We spy on you obviously!” Daisy said with another bubbly giggle.

“You Spy On Me?!”

“Oh, don’t be like that! We’re just looking out for you!”

Farrah screamed at her. She screamed things at her she’d never said before, things she’d get in terrible trouble for if her parents were home. She expected the fairy to reach out with her hands dripping with poison but instead Daisy just gave her an evil look and stormed away.

The next morning Farrah awoke to find her room trashed and her hair twisted into a huge impossible to untangle knot. Propped up on the bedside table was a note which read in sparkly yellow letters “Love Daisy”. The “I” was dotted with a little flower. ***

Later, on Halloween, Farrah was once again bothered by supernatural forces. She’d just gotten back from taking her little cousin trick-or-treating and was unpinning a pair of wings from Skylar’s bumblebee costume when they heard a loud thud from the living room. Farrah got up from the kitchen table to investigate.

“Stay right there, Skylar.” She whispered.

Skylar nodded absentmindedly and went back to stacking her smarties.

Upon entering the living room Farrah shouted in surprise. Laying in front of her were two fairies.

One was light green and the other had thick glittering hot pink hair that went down to her ankles.

Both were wingless and, like the other fairies she’d encountered, female. On the end table was a pile of candy wrappers and on the ground beside it Skylar’s now empty trick-or-treat bag. It seemed that both fairies were passed out from a sugar crash, the green one on the couch and the pink haired one on the floor beside the armchair. At Farrah’s shout they startled awake. A cloud of glittery gas spurted from the pink haired fairy and thick grey sludge began bubbling up from between the green one’s fingers.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! It’s me! Farrah!”

The look of panic disappeared from their faces. The glittery cloud dissipated and the grey sludge disappeared back into the green fairy’s pores with a strange sucking sound that made Farrah cringe.

“Farrah.” The pink haired fairy said with a soft smile.

“Pretty!” A childish voice shrieked.

Farrah turned around to find Skylar standing at the living room’s threshold reaching out for the fairies longingly.

“Awww! Come here, Sweet.” The pink haired fairy crooned.

“Skylar no!”

Farrah made a grab for her. She missed and Skylar ran into the pink fairy’s perfect arms. She scooped up the little girl and set her on her lap. The green fairy leaned over Skylar and caressed her cheek.

“Sugarplum.”

“Little Marzipan.” The pink fairy added, stroking Skylar’s hair. “What an adorable human! Can we keep her, Cruella?”

“The princess would never let us.” The green fairy replied.

Farrah noticed that even the whites of her eyes had a green tint.

The pink fairy pouted.

“May I please have my little cousin back?” Farrah asked, choosing her words very carefully.

“Farrah.” Cruella said. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“No. Could I please”

“She’s Cruella.” The pink fairy said, pointing at the green.

“And she’s Zelda.” Cruella said, pointing at Zelda.

“Nice to meet you.” Farrah muttered.

She glanced at the front door where she could hear her and Skylar’s parents chatting outside. If she could just get their attention! The next thing she knew Zelda was lifting Skylar off her lap.

She set the little girl on the couch and kissed her forehead. Her lips left a rosy heart shaped mark.

Cruella said “Bye bye, Gumdrop.” and patted Skylar on the head.

Farrah didn’t know how the conversation had ended so suddenly. She wondered if she blacked out, or maybe Cruella and Zelda had just gotten bored. As they passed Farrah on their way to the back door Zelda said “Thanks for the candy.”

“I didn’t”

“Yeah whatever.” Cruella interrupted.

The door slammed shut behind them with a loud bang.

“They smelled yummy.” Skylar said. “Like cinnamum!”

Farrah went over to her.

“Are you alright?”

Up close it was clear the mark Zelda left on her head wasn’t lipstick like Farrah originally thought. It looked more like a birthmark and shimmered rose gold in the light . . . ***

By the time Farrah was a young adult she’d read everything about fairies she could lay her hands on in an attempt to figure them out and had taken precautions against them. She wore her hair in a pixie cut so she’d never again wake to find a vengeful fairy had tied it into knots, she always wore rings, bracelets, and earrings made of iron, there were theories that fairies were fallen angels so she always wore a little cross around her neck, and she wore dark colors because she wanted to look as little like the bright sparkling Fay as possible. The only cheerful thing on Farrah was a

small light purple silhouette of a fairy tattooed on her wrist. It was there to remind her of the first fairy she’d met and the fact that the fairies could pop up at any moment. She was reading a book in her college’s courtyard when a voice asked “What happened to you, Farrah?”

Farrah could tell from its sweet lilting tone that the speaker was a fairy. She turned around to find it sitting in the tree above her. It was a young woman with bright blue skin and eyes who had startlingly bright white hair in a French bob like a flapper girl.

“You used to be such a happy pretty girl! Now you look like a Goth!”

There was something different about this fairy. Unlike the others Farrah had met she didn’t radiate sickly sweetness. And there was something in her voice that suggested she didn’t really care about Farrah.

“Hi! What’s your name?” Farrah asked sweetly, trying to intimate the other fairies from her childhood. Ignoring the question, the fairy gracefully slid down from the tree and approached her. She circled Farrah, shaking her head in disapproval. Farrah watched her warily, fighting the urge to shove her. The fairy reached out to straighten Farrah’s jacket but recoiled with a pained gasp when her bright blue fingers were an inch away.

“You’re wearing iron?!” The fairy asked. “How could you?! After all we’ve done for you!”

“After all you’ve done for me?” Farrah asked with a harsh laugh. “You and your friends spy on me, you give me beautiful gifts and then take them away again, you stole my baby cousin’s Halloween candy a-and did something to her, and one of your friends trashed my room and ruined my hair while I was sleeping!”

“We’ve done more good than bad.” The fairy replied. “We’ve watched over you, protected you, and made sure you got everything you wanted! You just never noticed!”

It was true that since Farrah was a little girl, about ten years old, everything went her way. Since around the time she’d met her first fairy she’d been popular, gotten perfect grades, never got caught for causing trouble and never so much as skinned her knee or fallen off her bicycle.

And when her parents had said no to something she wanted she’d later find it on her bed or in the garage.

“Maybe that’s so.” Farrah said hesitantly. “But what about my cousin? What did Zelda do to her?!!”

“Skylar’s very lucky to have been marked by a fairy! That mark’s blessed her with good fortune and protects her from magic. And with it being a troll mark it’s extremely powerful. We can’t get near her!”

It relieved Farrah to know her cousin wasn’t being stocked by the fairies like she was. Though she found it difficult to believe fair stately Zelda with her glittery pink hair was a troll, she’d always imagined trolls as squat ugly creatures.

“Zelda was foolish to give her that mark! Skylar’s so much nicer and prettier than you! I don’t know what my friends see in you! Well um, there is that one thing. But it’s probably not true!”

She smiled slyly at Farrah, waiting for her to ask. Farrah just glared at her.

After a moment the fairy exclaimed “Fine, I’ll tell you! The princess thinks one of your birth parents was part Fay.”

The fairy laughed cruelly at Farrah’s reaction and said tauntingly “What? You didn’t know you were adopted?”

Farrah blurted out “Are you a dark Fay?”

“No!” The fairy laughed. “You don’t wanna meet a dark Fay trust me!”

“Are any of the Fay that “watch over me” dark?”

“If a dark fairy were interested in you you’d be insane or dead. And, speaking of insanity, that’s my special power! See, I’m not a dark Fay but I’m not as well-meaning as my friends.”

She held out her hand and a blue light appeared above it.

“I can make that girl who was mean to you in class raving mad.” She said with a twisted grin.

“N-no thank you.” Farrah stammered.

The fairy shrugged. The blue light disappeared from her hand and she vanished into thin air. ***

It was Farrah’s wedding day. She was readjusting her veil in a back room of the chapel, her bridesmaids waiting outside the door for her to finish preening, when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She spun around. Behind her was a plain looking young man she’d never seen before.

“Must be from Seth’s side of the family.” She thought.

Out loud she said “Hello, did Seth ask you to see me?”

“Who?” He asked.

There was an oddly unreal quality to his voice. It was familiar but Farrah couldn’t quite place where she’d heard it before. Before Farrah could question him he pulled a dress made of faux iridescent petals out of the air. At the bottom of the dress the petals abruptly stopped and gave way to an incredibly long train tinted with pastel horizontal stripes like a rainbow and the top of the dress was low cut and shaped like the top of a heart. It was bizarrely beautiful and otherworldly, Farrah gasped and her eyes started filling with tears as she imagined herself walking down the aisle in such a magical dress.

“It’s from all of us.” The boy, who Farrah realized was a Fay, said.

He gave it to her and as she examined the fabric he said “We’re so proud of you.”

Farrah looked up at him. She noticed he had the same features as the other fairies; pointed ears, color changing pupils, but on him they looked unextraordinary, he could almost pass for human.

“I know we’ve never met,” He continued. “Like all nymphs I’m very shy, but my friends and I have watched over you for a very long time. There’s something very special about you. We can sense it! It’s been a privilege to watch you grow up Farrah!”

Then he blushed bashfully, his cheeks turning strawberry pink.

“Thank you.” Farrah said softly with shining eyes.

His blush dissipated a little and he nodded. Farrah turned to the mirror and held the dress in front of her. She felt like she was overflowing

with happiness. Her eyes widened a little as she saw the nymph morph a vase of withered roses into a bouquet of outlandish flowers, neon bright shimmery things, just by running his pointer finger across a leaf. He offered them to her but before she could accept them he gave a little wave goodbye and disappeared. The bouquet fell to the floor with a wet plop. Farrah picked them up and took a big sniff. They smelled like cinnamon like the fairies mixed with something like expensive perfume and something toxic smelling like sulfur. ***

“Farrah!!”

Farrah nearly jumped a foot in the air. She’d thought she was alone. Yet upon opening the bathroom door she was met by all eight of her fairy guardians. They were standing uncomfortably close to her in a tight cluster. Farrah smiled politely and tried to slip through to the living room. Even though they parted for her she nearly gagged on their strong cinnamon odor.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a mother!” Daisy exclaimed. “Your baby girls are gonna be Soooo cute!”

“It feels like just yesterday you were that little girl I stole cookies from.” Lavender added.

Holly said “Our Farrah’s all grown up!”

Then she swatted at Lavender who’d just created a great gust of wind with a flutter of her wings.

“Stop it! You’ll ruin our Farrah’s house!”

Piper said “We have big plans for your little girls.”

Farrah asked “I’m having a girl?”

She sat down on the living room couch and dropped the positive pregnancy test into her lap.

“You’re having two girls!” Zelda exclaimed excitedly.

She bounced into the seat beside Farrah.

Cruella added “Beautiful identical twin girls with blonde hair and blue eyes like you!”

“We have big plans for them.” The blue fairy said.

“Yes, we do Blossom!” Piper replied. “Their names will be Taffeta and Faya and your eldest, Taffeta, will be heir to my throne! Which means of course I’ll have to raise her but we’ll leave you a replacement daughter.”

“YOU’LL WHAT?!!”

“We’ll replace her.” The nymph said meekly.

He was hanging halfway out the back window making the ivy growing on her house crawl into the room.

“You’re not taking my baby!”

“But we are.” Blossom said with a shrug.

“You’ll have a changeling.” Piper said. “And we’ll bless your second born at her birth!”

“I’m going to bless her with beauty!” Daisy exclaimed.

Holly said “I’ll bless her with charm.”

Blossom said “I’ll bless her with intelligence. Intelligence is more important for a young lady than beauty and charm.”

“I think happiness is most important.” The nymph said.

By this time he’d finished making the ivy grow and was making flower buds like little brightly glowing globes pop up from the vines.

“I’m going to bless her with happiness.”

“You’re not doing anything to my children! You’re not gonna come near my children!!!”

“Try n stop us.” Blossom said.

Farrah was about to swing at her when Piper roughly grabbed her by the arm.

“Let’s talk in private.” She said.

“No!” Farrah shouted.

She tried to wrench herself free but despite Piper’s delicate appearance her grip was tough as steel. She pulled Farrah into the bedroom with such force that Farrah lost her footing and collapsed onto the bed.

“Listen!” Piper snapped. “I need Taffeta to be my heir! Fay aren’t fit to be rulers, we need a human to lead us! We couldn’t even build a

civilization on our own, a powerful sorceress did it for us and put my grandmother in charge. My grandparents and parents ran the kingdom into the ground and because of their mismanagement nearly everyone died of plague! You don’t know how hard it’s been to keep the little that’s left of my people together!”

When she finished she was breathing hard from her angry rant.

“I’m sorry your kingdom fell,” Farrah said. “But you can’t have my baby. Adopt an orphan to be your heir, or better yet get help from an adult. But you can’t”

“I don’t want some other little girl! I want yours! And I’m gonna have yours! Because I’m a fairy and you’re just a puny little human!”

Farrah opened her mouth to snap back at her, then smiled sweetly instead.

“Why don’t we talk about this over ice cream?”

Piper’s eyes lit up.

“I know you Fay really like sugar.”

Piper started nodding vigorously, then stopped herself.

“Everyone likes sugar.” She said.

Farrah barely concealed a smirk.

“Gather everyone in the kitchen.”

Once all the fairies were seated at the kitchen table Farrah passed out bowls of brown or green ice cream from unlabeled cartons as well as silverware she had specially made with traces of iron in it. The fay started eating as soon as they were given spoons, swallowing giant spoonfuls of the frozen dessert quicker than Farrah thought was possible. They didn’t even realize the utensils were burning them until their hands started smoking. Once they dropped their spoons they realized the ice cream was bitter instead of sweet and spat it out. Most of them spit it into their napkins but a few spat on the table. Their spit must have been extremely acidic because it burned through the napkins and singed the table. The blood bubbling up from their wounded hands was clear.

“You really thought we were gonna have an ice cream social?” Farrah taunted.

She slipped off her iron bracelet and wielded it in front of her.

“You can’t kill us with that thing.” Blossom said while examining the purple burn across her blue palm.

“No but I can hurt you.” Farrah replied.

“I thought we were friends!” Nymph exclaimed in a hurt voice.

“Friends?!”

Those who weren’t whimpering over their injuries nodded.

“Your guardian angels.” Zelda said.

Farrah laughed.

“You’re the furthest thing from angels there is! There’s no way in hell I’m letting you near my children! I want you weird crazy sugar addict freaks out of my life!!!”

At this the fairies rose from their chairs with murderous looks. Farrah had never seen them like this before, not even at their angriest. Resisting the urge to run away she said in her loudest most intimidating voice “Get Out! Get Out Of My House And GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!”

They disappeared.

Since that moment everything stopped magically going Farrah’s way. But she didn’t mind, on the contrary she was ecstatic because it meant she was free from the fairies. On the first day of spring she gave birth to identical twin blonde blue-eyed girls just like the Fay predicted and out of respect she named her daughters Taffeta and Faya just like they’d wanted. After the newborn babies were cleaned up she never left them out of her sight. Even so, once they’d gotten their daughters home Farrah and her husband noticed the twins looked different. One child’s hair was like sunlight, her sky-blue eyes were abnormally bright and sparkly, and her smooth as satin skin had its own ethereal glow. The other child was a ugly little thing, yellowish and withered. The fairies had gotten what they wanted.