Bramble reached into a pouch strung onto her belt. She handed a little girl a magical faery stone, and the child went away with a smile and bright, shining eyes. In her other pouch, she had a special device full of magical, lifesaving powder.
But she hardly felt the need to use it.
All who watched thought Bramble was the happiest faery they’d ever seen.
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Justice Pond was empty.
The trial and dunke had ended. The audience had moved on to other shows. The water, so riled up from dunking the three criminals three times each, had finally stilled.
The water erupted into perfectly circular ripples. A silent shockwave shook the clearing.
A snow white moth fluttered over the rippling water. A silver lightning bolt spanned the width of one of its wings.
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