The Real legend of the tooth fairy.

In the fog-shrouded moors of old England, the villagers told chilling tales of the Tandfeeër, a wicked witch who sought out the lost teeth of children for her dark rituals. The elders would warn, "Burn your teeth, lest the Tandfeeër claim them, and with them, your soul."

The legend began long ago, in the small village of Grimmoor. A young boy named Edwin had just lost his first tooth. Excited, he placed it under his pillow, hoping for a visit from the friendly tooth fairy. But in Grimmoor, there were no such benevolent fairies—only the Tandfeeër.

Edwin's grandmother, well-versed in the old ways, knew the dangers. She rushed to his side, insisting they burn the tooth at once. But Edwin, curious and defiant, wanted to keep the tooth as a memento. That night, as the village fell into a deep slumber, an eerie silence descended.

At the stroke of midnight, the air grew cold, and a sinister whisper echoed through the village. The Tandfeeër, with her twisted form and eyes burning with malevolence, emerged from the shadows. She glided silently towards Edwin's home, her presence heralded by a chill that pierced the bones.

As she entered Edwin's room, her clawed hands reached for the tooth beneath his pillow. In that moment, the room filled with a cold, malevolent energy. Edwin awoke with a start, his heart pounding as he saw the witch hovering over him.

"Your tooth is mine, and with it, your soul," she hissed, her voice like the rustling of dead leaves. Edwin, paralyzed with fear, watched helplessly as the Tandfeeër claimed the tooth. She began chanting in an ancient, dark language, and a shadowy chain appeared, linking Edwin's spirit to her own.
The witch's power grew stronger, and Edwin felt his life force being drained away. Desperate, he remembered his grandmother's advice. Summoning all his strength, he grabbed the tooth and threw it into the hearth's flames. The fire roared to life, and a brilliant light filled the room.
The Tandfeeër shrieked in agony, her form dissolving into smoke as the flames consumed the tooth. The dark chain shattered, and Edwin's spirit was freed. With the witch's power broken, she vanished into the night, her curse lifted from the village.
From that night on, the villagers of Grimmoor took great care to burn their children's lost teeth, ensuring that the Tandfeeër could never return to claim another soul. And so, the legend of the Tandfeeër became a cautionary tale, a reminder of the dark forces that lurk in the shadows, waiting to prey upon the innocent.
Sweet dreams, and may your nights be free from the Tandfeeër's grasp. 😈🦷🔥