Deep in the dark, dwarfs fashioned gifts for a mighty king: a candle that burnt with a light only the holder could see and a jar that held the wind.
The gifts were put in the king’s daughter’s room to gather dust.
His daughter grew. So did his enemies.
There came a day when the gates were torn asunder and the halls were red with blood and fire. Fearful, the daughter leapt to the window and opened the jar.
The wind lifted her to safety.
She ran through the night, guided by a light no other eyes could see.
Word Count: 99
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Janet Webb for providing the prompt photo!