White Lily Cookie stood on a lone promontory overlooking the quietest corner of Faeriewood. Moonlight, diffused by the shimmering leaves of the Silver Trees, cast long, dancing shadows across the landscape. Her gaze, usually so full of a guiding light, was clouded with a deep sorrow. Her white lily, perched atop her braid, drooped slightly, mirroring the weariness in her heart.

She traced the delicate lines on her arm, the green bandages a stark contrast to her pale dough.