She had been roaming through the enchanted forest for a while now, bow and arrow in hand as she looked around, attempting to spot the fairy she had been trying to find for ages. The fairy was described to be beautiful, but Minnie refused to believe the tales. She had to see this fairy for herself, and if it's true, she hoped she wouldn't be too entranced by them that she wouldn't be able to hunt them down.

And then—just as she was about to give up—there was a glow in the distance, a rustle in the leaves. A creature with wings in a ring of flowers, sun shining down on them, an ethereal glow surrounding the fairy.

Finally, I found them!

She said to herself as she sneaked nearby, getting her weapons ready to tranquilize the fairy in front of her, but she felt stiff, she was instead walking closer to the fairy, unable to fire her weapon.

What is going on with me...?