Revered and beloved, the fay creature’s passing was mourned by all in the village. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. A priest cut the arm of the fay and saw that it bled pure silver. They people, poor as they were, talked long enough that they found justifications for what they’d do next. Exsanguinate the fay corpse. Take her blood. Bottle it. Sell it to passing merchants. Use it to dye their clothes. It ran into the creek that fed the village.
In a week a passing doctor came upon a village of corpses. They’d bled from the mouths, their skin turned blue. He found vials of a silver liquid that stayed fluid even at room temperature.
Paddy Dobson
29th May 2023