Rivulets of rain drip down your face as Prince Cardan Greenbriar, the son of Faerie royalty, holds a sharp and fearsome-looking blade to your throat, gleaming jewels spun into the glittering silver of the intricately-carved dagger. The fearsome wind rushes through the tall blades of grass all around the meadow, that, during the day, would be beautiful. But at night, and in the terrifying storm that had been plaguing the land of Faerie for days, it was a terrifying place to be.