The heart I cut from the tallest oak of the forest. It has lived and brought life for over a hundred years, and it will surely bring much more.
Without it, the forest withers and dies.
The lungs I steal from a Siren. Strong and healthy, able to breathe underwater and on land, never will they struggle to catch a breath or gasp for air.
The Siren tries to curse me, but without air she has no words.
The blood needs to be special, magical. I hunt and trap a Unicorn. I bleed it dry, collecting every drop, and ask for forgiveness.
The Unicorn's dead eyes blink, a guttural rasp escapes its throat. "What are you waiting for? Drink my blood, take my horn. Nothing else can save you now."
"It's not for me." My shoulders slump and I turn away from the once magnificent being. I leave the horn.
You told me I would need these three things and a wish to bind them.
We were both supposed to protect her, take care of her.
Now, we must pay the price to make it right again. You turn around so that I may pluck the wings from your back.
What better way to gain a wish than through fairy dust made from a fairy's wings.
My sins are taking their toll. I don’t have much time.
I crumble the wings upon the small body before me. Upon the oak heart, the Siren lungs, and the Unicorn blood.
I'm fading, but my daughter will live again. A long and healthy life.
You failed as her fairy godmother but that is behind us now.
Please, watch over her when I’m gone.
Kai Delmas loves creating worlds and magic systems and is a slush reader for Apex Magazine. He is a winner of the monthly Apex Microfiction Contest, his fiction is forthcoming in Zooscape, and can be found in Martian, Etherea, Tree And Stone, Wyldblood, and several Shacklebound anthologies. If you like his work you can support him at www.patreon.com/kaidelmas and find him on Twitter @KaiDelmas
This story was originally published by Black Hare Press via their Patreon.