Jern inherited the post of Watcher from her grandmother. Legends said the surrounding woods were fey-haunted, and a guard was needed. Jern wasn't so sure. Nobody had seen a faerie since her great-grandfather's day. But the work was easy, she had the best view in the whole town.
As she watched, a flock of birds burst from the woods.
As they skimmed the grass, they caught fire, immolating themselves and seeming no worse for it. Jern sprang to the alarm, calling on training she never thought she'd ever need.
The Fey were back, and they were making war.
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A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.