The music floated out from the woods; two fiddles and an accordion, playing every night during the summer. Jamie had grown up with the music drifting through their window. It started at dusk, slow and quiet, gradually building and growing faster until dawn.

It called to people, beckoned to them. And each night it played Jamie wanted to enter the woods and followed it. But they knew the stories about fae music. How it trapped you, how people could chase after it their whole life without getting closer.

So each night when it played, Jamie clutched their iron pendant tight.