Mahogany and Teakwood

You've seen the posters. You know, the ones for missing kids. The ones hung on grocery store bulletin boards and gas station walls, dog-eared and ancient-looking under their scratched, yellowing glass. All those names and dates and blurry, weather-stained snapshots. Look at those faces sometime, really look. Because I'll tell you a secret.

It's a lie.

The ones who vanished without a trace? Missing for years, even decades...just gone, like they've dropped off the face of the earth? Those are Fae kidnappings.

My name is Virgil Storm, and I was one of them.

Virgil escaped from Arcadia after sixteen years of faery imprisonment, bearing colored rings around his pupils and the ability to sprout flowers from any substance. He thought he was free.

Two years later, his faery master tracked him down.