A Dark Fairy Tale

As the dark fairies surrounded Killian, Fanfar pulled out his card. "Mod!" he shouted.

But nothing happened.

One of the fairies smirked. "I told you, he can't do anything," she said and waved her tiny fingers arrogantly. Then her wings fluttered. A burst of wind created by her, blew dried leaves around.

Another snickered. "You're just a level-one peasant."

They giggled and drew closer, hands outstretched, claw-like nails glinting in the moonlight. Their wings flapped faster and faster, churning the air into a frenzy, a cyclone of dead leaves and shadows. Fanfar, who was in the middle of the wind circle, felt his heart beating faster, panic flashing through him as he tried again to activate his card, hoping it would work. But there was nothing, not even a flicker.

"Let's eat the bird here," one said, licking her lips with a long, forked tongue.

"Without cooking him?" another teased, grinning as she drifted closer.

"Cooked or raw, does it matter?"