Finally, another ending which is not like anything else I’ve written. The first part comes from:
‘The Royal Glade of Faerie basked in azure warmth. All around spoke of languid dreams and indolent days. Alyssa stood, poised, wings resplendant, her lyre, a thing of beauty. She began to play, a sharp and haunting lilt that frosted leaves and misted breath. And, in that cherished moment, summer fled.’
Deep in the Glade, creatures burrowed into the earth, seeking warmth. Above a flock of geese disappeared towards the horizon. Alyssa nodded and with a flick of her wings flew over the scene she had created. The Royal Glade could rest and recover, building strength for the next season’s frenzy.