Under the blue glow, every face around them looked too bright, too animated, every pair of eyes seemed to be shining. Princess Darcy felt a prickle of unease. She walked over to the king, whose round face was shadowed with worry, and asked:
“Are we really going, Father?”
Because of age and illness, the king of the Littlefolk had skipped several previous hunts. This time, however, he was supposed to personally lead his people.
The blue light had first appeared the second night after the last hunt had ended, and now it had already lasted ten days. The Littlefolk...
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