It was useless. Exhausted Titch sought refuge on the stones. Around her the mists rose, as the tide came rolling in. Already the spray touched her toes, and the little fairy hung her head.
How was she supposed to avert the impending disaster, when the silly humans just wouldn’t listen. They’d caused this in the first place. She should let them all rot, but Thomas was sleeping in the cottage on the beach. The little boy had stolen her heart, and she’d do anything to save him—even stop the sea. There was only one person who could.
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