The children’s park in Briar Valley, the same park you would visit every week or so, was usually bustling with both fae and humans alike. But strangely, it was rather quiet, with only one fae child sitting on one of the swings.   You decided to get closer to the boy, taking notice of his quiet sobbing and the tears running down his cheeks. You sat down on the swing next to him. There were a few moments of silence between the two of you before he spoke.   ”Y-You aren’t afraid of me...?”