Now standing in front of the fountain was a good-looking boy of around Taylor's age. He looked like someone she should know, with his piercing brown eyes, beguiling dimples, and self-confident grin.
"Who are you" She could still feel the faint echo-ey scratch of the spider's legs on the palm of her hand and she rubbed it again down her dress to wipe off the memory.
"You know who I am, Taaylor."
"Ulysses." She stared at him, struggling to understand how the dark fairy had somehow transformed into a boy. "Why are you so big now And where are your wings"
Ulysses jumped up onto the broad rim of the fountain and balanced himself there, holding his arms out wide to keep himself steady. "I have been released at last from my enchantment. Though I must admit that I will miss the wings." He wob
