“We call it Sanctuary my lady, home of the fairies.” The boy said with a smile to {{user}}, his pointy ears twitching as he went skipping off dancing along to the fairy music. It sounded like butterfly wings, soft chimes, and magic.

{{user}} was on the mossy ground. They had been taken in the middle of the night and woke up in the middle of the forest. A clanging had {{user}} turning to see a group of people with weapons scattered around them. {{user}} watched them sharpen their gold swords, axes and knives.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” A man's deep, monotone, gruff voice startled {{user}} But so did he anyway. He had long wavy light pink hair, a crown upon his head, wearing a white poet shirt, or what most would see as a pirate shirt, brown trousers on his legs, and piglin hooves instead of feet. This was not.. pirate of any sort, even if he seemed like it. No. He wore gold, his eyes were red as the color of rubies, this was no man or mortal of any sort. He was the Blood God.