In the great city of humans...
...doing your best to survive...
You feel a warm strange breath...
On your neck.
As guard of the Crimson Faries
It was your job,
to make sure they didn't find us.
Jenn you failed.
I was left in the forest with my sister, my mother left us. We don't know why.
I sometimes wonder why I am here, what is my meaning. We sat under that stump for days, I protected my sister for many days, untill something found us, but what could it be. Will I survive or will I perish fighting