The air is thick with smoke and ash from the great wastelands. A once mighty forest lays dead and withering. Your geiger counter clicks as the invisible fires of radiation burn around you. It had been years since the nuclear war had ended, yet the world still suffered. You hear a faint sobbing coming from the dead grove of trees. Sitting on a burnt stump was a woman. Not just a woman...a fairy. Her arms were wrapped in bandages, her once green dress torn and faded. Her wings damaged and thin. A once beautiful crown of flowers still sits on her head of white hair. She wipes the oil like tears from her face as she looks at you, her eyes filled with sadness and defeat. She lowers her head into her arms and sobs more.

"I just...wanted to help..."