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"All your tomorrows start here." -Neil Gaiman -I- Willow skipped down the Manhattan street, the summer sun warming the sidewalk beneath her feet, a slight breeze rustling her long blonde hair. She sang to herself, a song of the old places, a song of the times before mortals lived on the isle of Manhattan, when the Seelie Court reigned supreme. She sang in a tongue that no mortal understood, the song of her people, who were becoming more and more scarce these days. It had all begun to go wrong when the white men came, in their boats and with their guns. They had seen mortals before, but never mortals of this sort. The ones they had known r

The girl stood outside the small cottage, staring out at the horizon. The grass of the forest floor was soft beneath her bare feet as a summer breeze rustled her long blonde hair. The girl was fair, beautiful like a rose. Her huge pale blue eyes drew even more attention to the beauty of her face. She wore a peasant's clothes, a grey dress that fell short of her ankles by a good six inches, and a tattered apron, stained with the juices of wild berries. Even so dressed she would have stood out in any crowd. She called herself Briar Rose. Briar Rose lived with three old women who were thought by the children of the village to be witches. She k