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Night had fallen in the town of Camelot. Gwin walked past a window and saw the dotting lights of fireflies. Their sparkling tails were clear to see in the dimming light of the day. The creatures loved the long grasses of the moat surrounding the castle.
She remembered catching the illuminating bugs as a child. They’d flown over her head. Their wings beating to move their small bodies just beyond her reach.
Gwin couldn’t use magic to catch them. They’d hide from any light but their own. So witch fire drove them away. The little witch and wizard children had to catch them the human way.
It had taken her hours but Gwin had managed to catch a jarful and bring them inside. Her mother had shrieked in abject horror and disgust and made her throw them out.
She’d never touched one again. But
