Conner decided he’d had enough. His master was cruel, his work was back-breaking, and he was paid a pittance. Gathering his sparse belongings, he ran away into the woods.

Everyone knew the woods was where the fae lived. Their music could be heard each night, piercing and haunting, and Conner had been told never to follow it since he was born. But he hoped that the Gentry who played it would be better than the gentry he was currently working for.

He walked all night, pausing in every fairy ring he could find, hoping the fairy folk would take him.

(inspired by this post)