A/N: It's Halloween so I'm harnessing a little Sarah Jessica Parker from Hocus Pocus. "Come Little Children"

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Small But Fierce

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With a voice no louder than the soft whisper of waving grass, the fairy began to quietly whisper her song. Then beating her tiny filamentous wings she buzzed almost soundlessly overhead dusting the village in a thick coating of tasteless, scent free mist. Once sure that the adults had entered a deeper level of slumber, she removed a small flute and signaled the others of join in her song.

Come Little Children,
I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment
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The music of her flute and sweet voice came quick, rather brilliant like a call-note, or like a long quick message, half command. To the small children sleeping soundly in the village it was like a pure mother's croon -as beautiful as a blackbird's when he sings the coming of morning: it sounded of a mother's love, not only calling, but telling them something, telling them they were loved, and soothing their souls to follow.

Come little children,
The times come to play,
Here in my garden of magic.

The fairies threw a dust into the air as they continued their deceptively sweet song. Unlike confetti or glitter, gravity had no way to make it fall. The dust swirled in the air above, a glorious cloud. As they swirled their limbs, it swirled too, changing its colors with the rhythm of a beating heart.

Follow sweet children,
I'll show ye the way,
Through all the pain and the sorrow.

One by one the children of the village emerged from their homes, eyes glazed over unnaturally as they smiled eerily at the small beings floating gaily above them. As each particle touched their skin it gave them a tingle of energy that soaked right into the core of their bones making them feel safe and loved. As the children sighed happily, the fairies' wings vibrated all the faster and their lust for bloodshed grew.

Weep not poor children,
For life is this way,
Murdering beauty and passion.

Inuyasha blinked lazily in the arms of his surrogate mother as the most beautiful scent overwhelmed his senses and had him releasing a small shuddering sigh. Slowly maneuvering out of the sleeping bag, he securely placed his thumb in his mouth as tears welled in the corners of his eyes. His mother was calling him, she had come back to him singing the most beautiful song. It had been so long since she had sang to him. She had been so sad recently, hardly eating and staring blankly ahead. There were times when she tried to smile at him but it never reached her eyes. If she was singing, maybe...just maybe...

Rest now my children,
For soon we'll away,
Into the Calm and the Quiet.

Sniffing a few times, Shippo felt his heart ache. His mother was singing to him in his dream. As he sat up, the song continued and a warm feeling spread through his veins. It wasn't a dream at all. She was here, calling to him. It had been decades since he had heard her sweet voice and until that moment, he hadn't realized how much he had missed her voice. It seemed strange she had not sung to him recently but the reason escaped him. Hopping gently down from Kirara's back, he ventured outside the hut in search of her.

Come little children,
I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment.

Burying her face into her Lord's fur, Rin groaned slightly as a strange melody filtered into her ears. It sounded familiar, like she had heard it before although she couldn't place from where. It was beautiful and it called to her. Over the song, she could hear all too familiar voice. Blinking sluggishly, Rin scrunched up her face in confusion as she looked around her. It seemed strange to wake up in such a foreign place. No wonder her mother was looking for her.