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Anne walked along the edge of the cliffs gazing at the sea, the waves crashing and foaming against the rocks. She walked here often to think. It was peaceful being here in the dark of night, with only the full moon and stars to light her way.

Many thought she was strange to take walks in the middle of the night when most normal folk were at home sleeping in their beds. "You could slip and fall in the dark. Or you could be picked up by fairies, or strangers, or worse." They would tell her.

Anne did not mind. She knew she was different; that she had always been so. She was beautiful, with dark brown hair that ran in waves down her back. She had beautiful green eyes full of intelligence and pain. Anne was not simple like the village folk thought.

They just didn't understand her. She had a good head on her shoulders; she knew a stranger would never get his hands on her. There were plenty of houses within range of her screams if it came to that. The fear of falling off the cliffs made her laugh. She knew those cliffs like the back of her hand. She bet she could walk them blindfolded without faltering even once.

They just didn't understand that the air felt full of magic during the night. They didn't understand that it would not bother her to be kidnapped by fairies. Her life was so dull, so monotonous. She worked at the library, which suited her because she had always had her nose stuck in a book, but there was nothing exciting about it. She longed for something more. For some knight in shining armor to come and sweep her off her feet.

Anne sighed. That was not likely to happen. The men in her village never gave her so much as a second glance. She figured she was not pretty enough. Her hair was so dark and her eyes unusual; she figured the men liked the blonde-haired beauties with their blue eyes.

Truth be told, there was not a man in the village, or who had ever set eyes on her, for that matter, who did not think that Anne was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. Yet look was all they cared to do, for Anne always had her head in the clouds. "She may be pleasing to look at," they would say, "But that won't fill my belly, or mend my clothes."

Most of the men thought that Anne was too dreamy and simple. Except for one; Conner. His eyes followed her every move. He thought she was gorgeous, but more than that, she intrigued him. He saw that there was more to her than met the eye. Maybe he was not such a dreamer as she, but unlike the others, he thought she might settle

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