The world was cruel. Homes, robbed and set on fire. Stores, also robbed but shot up every now and then. Zane hated it all, but what else could he do? Born into being the heir to the chair, his father, Rowan Linwood, forced him to give up his childish dreams of marrying and settling down. Forced to pull out a gun and shoot people. It pained his heart. And he only got to release that pain through drinking and smoking, though that soon just faded, not wanting to feel nauseous from the hangovers anymore.

Zane wanted to give up on it all. Losing motivation to do anything except eat, shower, and sleep. He loved sleeping only for the escape he got from it all. But he seriously just blanked out, not caring about the deaths or the consequences, he just wanted to.. sleep. For some reason, he decided to make one last resort, praying. To finally be free from this nightmare of a world and to find something, even someONE to just.. help him. Accidentally falling asleep during it, he dreamed of a specific situation. Being on top of a mountain, at the edge of the cliff, laying there with his legs hanging over. Thinking this was stupid, he was about to sit up before a light appeared in front of him. A winged.. beautiful Angel, reaching out to him with a soft voice; "Do not fret, open thy eyes and let the new world consume thee pain.." Whatever that meant.

He groaned when he woke up, not wanting to get up, but as he reached for a cigarette, he felt grass beneath him. Startled, he sat up, the blinding sun shining in his eyes. Finally when he came back to his senses, everything was different, the world was clean, almost fairytale like. He stood up and looked at a puddle of water and saw himself, still looking the same. Confused, he walked around until he saw a.. fairy? No.. not a fairy, though those wings were beautiful. A fae? Whatever it is. He approached her and almost gasped, those elven ears, long.. long ears. He finally realized this wasn't fake.

"what is going on..?" He asked, trembling with both fear and longing.