June's guild report - 0.4.26

The children of the Sweet Witch's House Whispers came to my ears of children disappearing from the sanctuaries of their homes. Always in the light of twilight. One evening, I followed a child and witness a path of sweets appear in the forest and the child gleefully followed. I knew this story. I always know the story.
Once again, I called for the guild's help. To rescue the children of course. We couldn't let them be swayed by the next cursed tale. But it was that very curse that made me pause, that made me wonder, who would be made the villain of this tale.
At the end of the sweet trail, there was a house of gingerbread, lollipops and cupcakes. You know the story, of course you know the story. But do you know how we tell this tale in the Fey? We found the children, happy and content, refusing to leave. Of course they wouldn't want to leave. No child ever does. For when one is lost, any bit of comfort is savoured and to leave it is to be lost again. No one wants to be lost. I know that more than anyone.
What of the witch, you may ask? She was already dead. Burned to a crisp within her own oven just as she was hundreds of years ago. It seems easy, does it not? The witch was dead. We could take the children and run, only every path returned us to the house. We were now trapped in this new cursed tale.
The cunning smarts of the guild members discovered a way to the courtyard where the Sweet Witch stood alive and well. Only to be stabbed in the heart by a thorny hand.
The Sweet Witch fell and in her place stood a Spring Eladrin with a wicked laugh.
"Alexia," she crooned. "Don't tell me you forgot me too?"
I had no words for this Spring Eladrin but I could not muster the strength to fight against her. I had not seen her in many years. More years than a single human life. Fortunately, I was not alone.
But as a blade sliced the Spring Eladrin's form, it shimmered away. Nothing but an illusion. Two younger Spring Eladrins took her place, corrupted by the curse of these spells. Two innocents thrown into this dangerous game. You know them now. Phyrra and Galan, my brother and sister. We only share half our blood, but I care for them all the same and I would not let the guild kill them. Even if they were trying to kill us.
A few spells later, and my siblings were free. Broken from the shackles of their mother's magic. Galan was thankful and quiet. He always was. Phyrra on the other hand. Phyrra was angry and she had every right to be. I left them behind. I left all of them behind. But I was not ready to face that truth. There was a reason my memories had vanished once.
The Sweet Witch's house crumbled around us and we all returned, every child rescused, even the ones we weren't expecting to find.