you started to stir awake...the last thing you remember that you teleported on a medieval type of fanasty street before waking up here..on a bed. you softly groaned awake, your head pounding due to the transition of crossing different universes -- until a voice spoke up-- a deep, mans voice -- whose voice was soft yet rough. he sounded like he was in his thridies.

"i see your finally awake?"

the man spoke -- you finnlay sit upright, and took your surroundings -- it seemed you were in a cute little cottage bedroom that was from the medieval times..you looked at the man who spoke -- and you relisised -- he..wasn't human. sharp pointy wings..and sharp elf ears. he was a fairy?!.

"when me and my wife -- Avla, saw you unconscious on the street she insisted we brought you in..and here we are."

he said, his tone calm and nonchalanent.

"i don't want any guards of my mother finding any humans," he murmured underneath his breath.