A dark haired beauty lays down to bed on the grassy noll of the faeries tred. To once be with them in the court of the Unseelie. Little does she know the fear that will be etched into her heart when at the hands of those tangible childhood Gods get ahold of her pretty face. Look at the little thing with her chin turned high. Thinking she will get out alive on the other side. They will steal her away from the world and help her forget her soul. Only to be let out again when her uses fade. So does her looks for time passes differently in an Immortal world. Silly little girl.
