Enchantment

She found a quiet place in a low meadow far from the Shee. There she knelt and closed her eyes as she waited for the spell to end. The fires inside had burnt out. Now, she felt nothing save a gentle tingling in her fingertips, a slight trembling in her limbs, the last embers of the enchantment. Since daybreak, she had grown, now standing twice as tall. Soon, she would rise and stand again twice as tall. With a shrug, she would shed her wings and walk in the world of man where no one would be the wiser.
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