Thump and weak echo, my heart sounds. Sickening dread runs amok in my veins. Bilge water swishes in my stomach.
My overwrought mind recalls joyous voices and colourful gauze costumes. Stately in my glass coach drawn by butterflies, I was touring my kingdom.
My subjects cried, “Blessings on our Fairy Queen.”
Abruptly, the fairies’ golden laughter was rent apart by screams. In a ragged pouch, I was kidnapped.
Now, trapped inside a filthy lantern.
Rubbing away the soot, I freeze on sighting a giant blue eye of icy malice. My captor is the Blue-Eyed Cyclopes’ King.