Wonder stood at the base of the wood, the dark trees seemed to loom like phantoms. He looked back at his family one last time before going in. He pulled on his cloak as the wind started to pick up, rushing past the trees like bounding deer. The wood was eerie, to say the least. Darkness engulfed the entire forest floor, crows flapped angrily away from Wonder as he tumbled through the upturned roots and the marsh-like grass. 

He swiveled his head and stopped suddenly. Where was he supposed to go to get the hair of a Kelpie? Wonder thought for a moment, thinking of his mother's stories. 

“The Kelpies,” she told them. “are a dangerous race. They have the appearance of a tall, black horse, with long strands of kelp and reeds for mane. They have bright red eyes and sharp fangs.” Wonder remembered scooting to the end of the bed, enthralled. “They live in small swamps or ponds and no creature dare go close or else,” Their mother formed her hands into interlocking claws, making them look like jaws. Then she suddenly snapped them close. “Snap!” She said, “Anything breathing would be dragged to the bottom of the water and eaten.” 

Wonder started looking around the woods as he remembered the rest of the story. “Though,” he remembered her saying. “Since they are a fae, they are bound by the faery laws. Remember those and if you ever meet a Kelpie, you will be safe.” Wonder just hoped he remembered those laws as well as he did his mother's stories.