A fae stumbles into the village. It isn't the first visit however, this time it will be different. This creature is desperate. It prays like the humans do. As time passes, it happens upon another visitor... a messenger bearing baked goods? Stunned, the messenger naturally inquires. "What are you doing out here little fae?" It mutters clumsily. Poor messenger... how can you ever hope to catch up with what's happening... especially when lead by a desperate faerie. Poor messenger, you only wanted to leave the pie. Poor messenger, you return with an unbelievable story you can never tell. A strange aura radiates from this cottage in the wood. What is coming?
