Literature
Aine's Faeries (In Progress)
Get her, they hissed, get her now! Before it's too late!
All around her, the voices screeched and cackled horrible things. Things about her friends. Things about her family. Her mother. Her little sister.
Rage boiled up inside her and she felt the urge to turn around and grab them. She wanted to rip them all to pieces one by one. How dare they say these things about people she loved!
It was a trap. That was obvious. They were trying to make her angry, so she would turn around, and they'd get her. Not just with their words, but their magic was playing on the emotions already inside her, magnifying everything she already felt. Mostly her fury,