The night was cold, but the eyes of the faery, as she looked at her human prey, was colder. The child looked back at her as if she was the devil; the poor girl scanned the foreign creature in her room with not so much as even a whimper. It was rude, Feeyah thought. She would’ve liked a bit of yelling. Was she not terrifying enough?

Feeyah clicked her heels onto the floor and took entrancing steps towards the bed. The child was so shocked, all it did was stare in paralysed fear.

Feeyah fluttered her wings and paused at the foot of the bed. A little change of angle, and she received a satisfying cry of alarm from the human child – her wings had done its job. The human was now pointing at the blades jutting out from Feeyah’s bare back. They were no doubt the sharpest weapons the human had ever seen.

Now that Feeyah had the human’s undivided fear, she held up her hand, making visible the paper upon her palm. The movement made the child recoil in fear; it looked so helpless and vulnerable, it made Feeyah twist her lips in disgust.

“Shh,” Feeyah murmured. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Not yet.

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The child lowered her hand, revealing frightened eyes.

“I brought a gift for you.” Feeyah walked closer, not removing her gaze off the human. She had the paper in her palm, ready to be the first faery in millennia to do this unspeakable deed.

The human dared not move as Feeyah sat beside her on the bed. “Give me your hand.”

The human, although still riddled with fear, obliged. Feeyah felt a sense of power course through her veins. They told her about this feeling. This was only the beginning.

Feeyah placed the paper in the child’s hand, and curled the tiny fingers over it. The human’s skin felt warm and smooth, unlike anything she’d felt before. And the child’s eyes were so innocent – Feeyah was ecstatic to think of how the child would react when her gift would arrive.

“This,” said Feeyah, placing emphasis on the paper, “is yours now. Whisper it from the corners of your lips, anytime, anywhere, and everything you desire shall be done for you.”

The child had a new look in its eyes. Feeyah could sense the fear dissolving. That was her signal to go.

With violent movements, Feeyah made towards the window and jumped out, catching the wind, not looking back once. The child, stunned and curious, unfolded the paper. She expected something more. Perhaps a few sentences structured in a letter. But instead, only one word was scribbled there. One word that was going to get the chaos rolling.

Noor.