Atticus Wincell. Prince, and Heir of Gardenia. He was a well looked at prince. Proud and regal. A handsome fae too. Well sought after

But he had a difference. And while they were small, he despised it.

His ears. And teeth.

His ears were rounded, like the humans in the tales they were read as children. Not to elvish pointed ears that everyone had.

And his teeth. His canine’s were barely sharp. Unlike everyone else as well. No one really noticed. But he knew. And he didn’t like this difference.

So, he sought after the Fae in the woods of Aldern. A Forest just outside of Gardenia.

The Fae and Fairies had gone to war years ago, and now there was a select group of fairies left. But only one family had the gift he was looking for.

There was an elder fairy who had the gift, of approving wishes to the Falern Pond. A pond that could grant any wish. And those wishes could only happen, if they were approve.

That elder Fairy was killed by a Fae guard. As she was seen within Gardenia boundaries.

But, her granddaughter inherited the gift.

And he was looking for her

After hours of riding in the forest he saw her. She was standing by the pond, feeding a young doe.

And he stopped dead in his tracks

She was beautiful.

He tied his horse to a tree. And just stared for a moment.

Before his crow, Lyren. Squawked loudly, breaking his cover