Fairies Under Glass

Lewis Grant was never the ambitious sort. He enjoyed an average education, a menial job, and a supportive friend group. What more did he need?
He never expected the janitorial position at a small independent art museum to amount to anything. He never expected that the exclusive assignment to the new exhibit wing would turn into a discovery of a lifetime.

He never expected that the fantasy art exhibits he was only assigned to clean would in fact be living creatures imprisoned by a cruel and power-hungry artist.

What's a lackluster fellow to do when the fate of another world hangs in the balance? Does he even have what it might take to free the fairies under glass?