You're normal. Average, at least for being a mythical being. Little sprite thing with wings, can probably do some funky things with sparkles. Y'know, a Fairy. You're quite brave, adventurous, maybe. But...there's something out there, in the forest, that...just shouldn't exist. Prime cause for forest fires, the Fae of Flames, the Black Sun Fairy. You know the one. And now, as we speak, you're being wheeled out of your home village as an annual sacrifice to it. Very unfortunate for you, i must say. So, of course, they close the gates on you, and you're left alone under a dark sky, with the moon just eclipsing the sun. It's a warm evening. Too warm. You're full of fear, of course, because who wants to get eaten by a fairy with huge, raggedy wings and the ability to set things on fire? You hear laughter in the distance, deep and cold...