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Faerie Tale
Long ago there was a beautiful girl with a free spirit who loved nothing more than music and dancing and her freedom.
When the time came for her to be married, her father chose a man of high regard from another prominent family. The girl wanted nothing of it, so she ran to the hills to play her fiddle and dance away her sorrow.
The hill was a hollow one though, and the faerie prince who dwelt beneath it heard the music and came out to see the lovely girl dancing there.
He was besotted with her beauty and her skill and gave to her a flower, promising that if she would love him he would see to it that she was never confined by the will of others.
That was long ago, but even then faerie tales rarely come true.
Bridget Carroll's story began with that flower and with a grave of water.
Faerie Tale
Long ago there was a beautiful girl with a free spirit who loved nothing more than music and dancing and her freedom.
When the time came for her to be married, her father chose a man of high regard from another prominent family. The girl wanted nothing of it, so she ran to the hills to play her fiddle and dance away her sorrow.
The hill was a hollow one though, and the faerie prince who dwelt beneath it heard the music and came out to see the lovely girl dancing there.
He was besotted with her beauty and her skill and gave to her a flower, promising that if she would love him he would see to it that she was never confined by the will of others.
That was long ago, but even then faerie tales rarely come true.
Bridget Carroll's story began with that flower and with a grave of water.