A Faerie Garden
Slowly, another area fades in. Many flowers, trees, and grasses
surround you. It smells of sweet pollen and Elf wine.
You feel a sharp prod in your left shoulder. You turn your head and
see a young Pixie lass, no older than 14, hovering and stabbing at
your shoulder with her finger.
"Who art thou, and why hast thou entered the Faerie
Gardens?
The storeroom around you slowly fades away into complete black. You
glance at your nonexistant surroundings. What has happened?
