Fairy Tale

Fairy Tale

"Where did you find it?" I demanded, continuously inspecting and examining the cube.

"Among the tools," the beautiful girl replied, her cheeks blushing red; "next to the jewel boxes, crumbled gold, a tin can, and a fairy."

"Fairy?" I said, hiding my fear in front of her, "I never kept a Fairy Tin!"

"Really?" the girl reassured. "But, a woman named Song gave me this cube. She came out of the Fairy Tin," she added.

"Song?"

"Yes, incredibly beautiful!" she affirmed, "That woman had sharp fangs along with a pale face, and her eyes were tired and drooping, like someone from Greece or Rome. The outfit she wore, uh, looked like it belonged to ancient civilizations. Besides, after handing this over," she paused and pointed to the cube I was holding.

"She said something that made me feel sad and sympathetic!" she added.

"What did she say to you?" I demanded, preparing my heart.

Hesitating, and looking at me with a gloomy expression, she replied: "That woman said: 'The day you lose this item is the day I will kill the one I love.' "