Fairy-Struck
"Pixie, from the term pict-sidhe. Tattooed fairies."
"There it is!" Aideen pointed excitedly, and I looked ahead to where the trees thinned.
A wide meadow, spotted with purple flowers, spread out beyond. In the center of the meadow rose a hill and at the peak of the hill perched a castle. It had a central steepled building surrounded by numerous towers and walls too high to even fantasize about scaling. The stone walls were a grayish lavender color—like the evening sky—and they gleamed in the sunlight. As we stepped out of the forest, a dirt path came into view. It led up to the main gates and down to a road which crossed horizontally in front of us. We headed straight for the path just as a