Serendipity brings Caleb to meet Ailrees, who turns out to be a fairy and the last of her kind! Having stumbled upon a crumbling fairytale, Caleb and his closest friends join a band of merry on a quest to give the hope of a new dawn a fighting chanc...
The sun was out and the sky was the clearest it could have ever been.
Nevertheless, somewhere in the depths of a temperate forest, a young woman lay, hurt, on the burnt bare ground.
Trees, dead and broken.
Grass and ground scorched to ashes and lifeless dirt.
The birds dared not to sing...
on that dreadful day, only the flames and the blades sang.
The sounds of battle woke her up, and as she slowly opened her eyes, though, through a blurry vision and a pounding headache, she saw the destruction that parched her home.
The very essence of the forest was gone.
The home of her people was no more.
Her people were no more.
Gathering all the strength left in her, the girl stood up and aimed the last of her arrows at the enemy. Borrowing the energy from days she might never even see, she pushed her failing body beyond its breaking point and forced it to shoot again and again until she had no arrows left.
However, her efforts were painfully clearly not enough to push back the enemy's advances.
Breathless, the girl faltered on the ground. Her knees absorbing not only the impact and the weight of her, but also, the choking weight of hopelessness. The strangling weight of powerlessness. The unmeasurably heavy weight of despair, that scratched her lungs from the inside out with every breath she dared take as she had to watch, with her heart torn apart, as her friends and family fell, one by one.
Soon enough, the girl felt the cruelty of life's indifference to her pain as she realized there was no time to mourn her loved ones, for the enemy forces quickly reached her.
The girl drew her daggers and fought back fervidly, but, already hurt and spent, she didn't last long and was overpowered by her aggressor.
Once again lay on the burnt bare ground, the girl looked up, but this time she saw the enemy on top of her. The bloodcurdling viciousness in the troll's eyes as he wielded his sword's gory sharp blade in a final stroke to end her could strike fear in the bravest of hearts, let alone an already defeated soul, so the girl pulled the curtains on her windows into this world and accepted her fate. There was no ounce of life left in her, more accurately, there was no ounce of desire to live left in her.
The girl prepared herself for her demise and took one last breath in. Disheartening it was. Disheartening it was, indeed. The stench of blood and the ashes from the fires filled the air and crushed the lovely scent so kind to her, the scent of her home, the scent of grass, of flowers, of water, the scent of life.
She was drowning in her misery when out of nowhere,
her attacker was knocked over by a fireball.
Dazed, the girl turned around searching for her savior and heard a familiar voice chant a hymn unknown to her.
It was her dying sister.
The girl tried to reach her hand out, but the chanting intensified, and the world around her started spinning,
until suddenly,
everything turned black.
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