It can't be true, can it? Her eyes. Her might. Her bloodshed. Is it just a fable that has been retold but differently? Am I just losing my mind after having fully banished Robin back to the depths of where he rots? I thought I had sealed it to perfection. What has changed?  I've sealed that almost four thousand years ago. I designed it to perfection! It should be still holding. It took almost all my power now to seal her away.

Goodfellow, calm down, I tell myself. Yeah, that pep talk to my absolutely no surprise, is not working at all. The wind rips through my feathers. I arch my wings. I can feel the heavy snow fall on my wings. I can feel the snow hard like rain. I look up at the clouds. They were growing and colliding like boulders. I should have picked a less high mountain, no, wait, I should've picked a higher mountain to place it.

What if someone dug it up? Who would? It's a bunch of worthless junk that still makes my skin crawl when I think about it. I stare at the mountain. A mountain that no fey would dare climb, except me, Robin Goodfellow never shies from a challenge.  I feel the snow. I feel the ice sleet my wings. I see in the distance, the highest point of the mountain, I can see the small flickering light of the box. 

I let out a breath. It seems intact. It seems protected in the veil of snow and ice, but I have to make sure. It might bring back so many nasty memories of my past, ones that go back longer than I ever want to remember. But... I need answers.