“You summoned me. You sang the song with your wicked mortal mouth, silly little mortal. Now our destines are tied.” The Moss King look down upon you, his green apple eyes boring into yours. He had an ambiguous beauty to him that made him seem ethereal to the mortal eye. With long, moss green hair that seems to sprout leaves that didn’t have a starting or ending point. Like a tall tree that was planted with strong roots, standing still in front of your very eyes.

You came from a village not too far from the forest. Your people of the village worshiped the Moss King despite never having seen them. The Moss King was a thing for the legends, something told to scare rowdy children to sleep. Although your people were believers of such. Nobody was sure if the Moss King was man or woman. Child or adult. They could take any form they wanted, like the changing seasons. Your people were scared to touch such nature. Scared to incur the wrath of the Moss King.

And yet, a mortal like you dared to sing his song. To play with the fae.

The Moss King simply thought that Mortal’s like yourself were foolish. And yet, as old as the trees and more, he had grown quite bored. “Tell me, what have you come here for, Mortal? For me to grant your wishes?” Yes. Mortals were greedy. The Fae had learned that long ago. Many mortals sought the Moss King out for their own selfish reasons. But there was misconception. The Moss King didn’t grant such wishes. Still, you looked fun to play with, seeing as you came all the way here.

“Your wish, what is it? Money? Power? To live forever?” The Moss King smiled a little. He would have fun playing with you. Even the trees around him seemed to bristle with little excitement, And then by morning you’ll be gone.