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Medea Alternate Ending

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A laughter sounded behind her. So low that she took it for a fancy. But when someone giggled by her feet Medea opened her eyes and stared down. A flower had bloomed on the mound, the one she had never seen before, with a long green stem and silver petals. And in the heart of the bloom a tiny creature lay, its eyes as big as human teardrops, its body fragile and golden, its wings clear like ice.
Medea leaned over the flower. “Who are you?” she asked the creature, but received only laughter. Fluttering effortlessly, the wings carried the tiny body into the air. She settled on the lowest branch of the whitethorn tree and gave Medea another smile. The witch smiled back.
“Aos Si?” she asked, and received a happy nod. “Oh, but I have nothing to offer …show more content…

Electra had climbed the mound and was watching the little wonders that danced to Medea’s gentle flute. “So it was true,” she said, kneeling down on the swaying grass. “The book wasn’t lying.”
“The books never lie.” Cassandra clambered up the mound after her sister, as mesmerized as Electra. “They will give us what we need.” She looked at Medea. “They will cure you.”
Medea put the flute down, and the aos si broke their dance, fluttering aimlessly around the three girls.
“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” Electra asked in awe.
“Never,” Medea said.
“Me neither,” Cassandra whispered.
The daylight crept grudgingly from behind the hills, like a mother that delays awakening her children to enjoy their peaceful slumber for another second. The whitethorn tree lost its glow, and the dancing aos si began to vanish beneath the first sunrays.
“Wait!” Electra called after them. “Don’t go yet. Where is the cure?” She ran her eyes around the mound, feeling the earth and the grass with her hands, then looked up at the remaining few fairies. “You didn’t give us what we came after. Where is the …show more content…

“But why?” she moaned. “Why won’t they give it to you?”
“Because,” Medea put her hand on Cassandra’s shoulder, “I don’t need it.”
The way her sisters looked at Medea made her chuckle. “Yes, I don’t need it,” she repeated. “They gave me what I needed and it wasn’t something that would cure my leg. It was a reminder of how lucky I am for having seen this night and their dance. Do you know how few people have had such a chance?”
“Ohh, Medea…” Cassandra whimpered. “I so whished this would work.”
“It worked.” She hugged her sister, then pulled Electra closer and pressed them to her chest. “I am already perfect, because I am a part of them. We are fairies, born from the Earth and blooming like the flowers of Beltane, carrying a piece of magic inside.”
She became silent when the May wind blew from the north, and laughed when she heard what it had to tell them.
“Such a naughty wind,” Electra giggled. "Carrying gossips, as always."
Cassandra picked a drop of morning dew with her finger and placed it upon her lips. “And the summer will be warm,” she said. “It’s a promise from above.”
Laughing, the three witches stretched across the humid grass and looked into the new

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