The Faerie Meadows

Tourists would pass through Ketchikan, Alaska in the slightly warm summer months, but the otherwise sleepy town remained unchanged under constant clouds with an illusory magic tainting the air. Along the bustling shore of Creek Street was a cluster of festive colored houses raised on wooden beams above the glistening cool water. The yellow home at the end of the row with chipped white paint along the windows and doors, belonged to a young woman named Gwenevere. Recently orphaned she spent her time in the woods, tending her late father's garden and selling the produce along with homemade baked goods in a farmers market style merchent booth in the town square. With no one left to talk to in that large vacant home, she spent much of her time writing and daydreaming of dancing in Meadows and talking to the natural beauty that surrounded her. She would be surprised when on her eighteenth birthday the forest sent someone out of it's depths to offer a reply.