Things had gone black, and time felt like something fake. Elder Faerie had already accepted his fate, accepted his own death, on the hands of the beast of deceit, Shadow Milk. He really thought that... that was it. He did it. He won time, he captured the beasts for eons, and now his job was done. White Lily was now the new Guardian, and she would do a terrific job at it, because he trusted her. This was it- just floating in darkness, until the day that time became a lie, and reality was over...

... That was, until he opened his eyes.

Elder Faerie first thought that he was in some kind of afterlife. That there was something beyond life, until- oh, yes, no, that really damn hurt. This was definitely still life, because his wings were killing him. He looked down at himself. His body was covered in bandages, and, had been cleaned and cared for. But...

"How...? Who...?"