Connie hated museums. So you can imagine her disappointment when she found out her parents had paid for her to go on the museum trip with her school.

The museum was made up of several areas, history was one, science another, and it also housed an art gallery with some of the most intriguing pieces created by unknown artists.

Connie had no interest in art, nobody in her class did, they all wanted to see Rexy and his skeletal friends. Connie didn’t want to follow the crowd, so she decided although it would be boring, she would hang out in the gallery. At least for a while.

Whilst in the gallery Connie found a painting she found rather curious. It was a small girl sitting alone on a rock, with black tears streaming down her face. Connie leaned in closer.

Tægan was six when she was stolen from her parents by the fae. They’d demanded respect from the humans, but nobody listened, nobody cared. So they took their daughter. At first they planned to kill the girl, then they wanted to keep her as a slave. But one thought of a crueller fate.

Using magick torn from the dark ether that surrounds us all, one Fae a Prince named Obsidian cursed Tægan to spend her days trapped within the confines of a painting. As the years went by the girl didn’t age, but the ether continued to leak from her every pore more and more each year.

As Connie looked deeper into the ether, she found herself looking out to the gallery and at Tægan who now possessed her body. And she would continue to do so until her body failed as all bodies of flesh do.