Prologue: Dreams

The empty, grassy plains that stretched out as far as the eye could see felt expressionless and emotionless, as if they were the soul of a demon waiting for its prey to realize its existence before it gave the final blow. Barren skies loomed overhead, bringing with it feelings of solicitude and awakening. The air tasted thick, stale, and distant, as though warning that it did and didn't exist on this plane of reality.

He didn't know how he got there, or why he was even there. In fact, he couldn't recall anything he had experienced during his entire lifetime, like all his memories had been erased from his mind. But at the same time, he didn't really care about this. He didn't have the ability to care at the moment.

Only to fear, to be afraid, to wonder

Mists gathered around him like hundreds of tendrils from some unknown beast. They encircled around him, but apparently dared not touch him. He remained fixed in his position, his mind adrift for answers that his blank memories couldn't provide.

After a brief eternity, one lone tentacle of haze sailed in his direction, waving over his left shoulder like a cloud of unknown tidings. It then began to gather itself into one entity, slowly gaining substance yet no dimensions. Finally, when the last trace of mist was gone, a physical being remained in its place.

A fairy.