Anastasia- In the land of Alkhelohen

'The little girl skipped up her stairs, unable to control her excitement of what to of what was. It was the winter solstice which meant Elærni would be visiting her.
She bounced into her bedroom, calling at her bemused parents to hurry up and put her to bed this instant. Humouring their little girl, they sped up, putting her twitching frame to bed.
As the great grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, the young girls eyes snapped open. She waited impatiently for the last strike to be heard before moving towards the window and quietly flinging it open wide. Her loose nightgown floated in the chilly winter breeze. Her breath caught in her throat as thousands of lights darted towards her and through her open window. The lights buzzed around happily greeting the child as she began the glow and suddenly there was a blinding light and the child was gone, only to return early that morning covered in petals and dirt.'

As a young child, Anastasia was captivated by myths and legends, mostly because she knew most to be true. She was outcast by her fellow class mates at the age of 9 for still believing in færies when in fact, the rest had outgrown that habit months ago. Now as a teenager, she has lost a lot of faith in Færies, Elves and the like but it is still there. Instead of her yearly visits to Alkhelohen, she now spends winter solstice trying to work out which toping would go best with her potato based pizza. But, after one camping weekend goes bizarrely wrong, she is thrust once again into the life she left behind not too long ago...