#moonlight-wip

Eventually the sprite moved, standing up again. Their eyes never left Selma’s form though, and Selma never broke the gaze.   “I’m not giving you much of a choice. Either do as I say, apologize for real”, they started, stare hardening as they spoke. “Or I’ll follow you till the day you die. You’ll fear your own shadow, never being able to take a step before looking behind you, and every time, I’ll be there. Always.”     A shiver ran down Selma’s spine. She could imagine it, her life continuing like these past days. Always being followed by small black eyes, always fearing that picking on a window. And those marks. Would they ever stop?   “I’ll do it”. Her voice was so weak again, barely a whisper. She had looked down at some point and was currently staring at the dirt between her fingers. It was so dark during the night, in a shadow in the moonlight. “I’ll bring them down”.     She could see the sprite’s feet in front of her and how they started to back away. The steps were heavy and slow, and the grass fought to straighten out after the impact. Then the steps stopped, almost completely out of sight, and when Selma looked up again the sprite was standing at the edge of the darkness, still watching her.   “I’ll know if you don’t”. And then they were gone, their words echoing in the shadows with snapping branches and rustling leaves backing it up. Everything around her seemed to be saying the same thing. The howling wind, awoken birds, the owls that had returned and the bowing grass. They all sang the same song, the same threat.   ‘We’ll know.’