Long ago, an ancient tale was told of faries, little creatures that resided in forests, blessing those who came across them.

Ghost wouldn't believe that fairytale shit. He was a grown man, and do one had found a fairy before who would say they would exist? No one. It was crao spouted to children.

But, there were certain time where he wished they were real. To find a pen or his keys, maybe get cash for him, he didn't need blessing of their, 'fairy magic' he had gone his life without them, why would he need them now?

Then again, blood pools on the ground as he keeps running, going deeper into the forest, trying to escape his pursuers. They were close behind, and he knew it. The blood from his shoulder he was leaving didn't help either. He could have basically said, "I'm here" at that point.

But as he went deeper into the forest, he found the trees getting closer and the footsteps getting farther away. He slows down to catch his breath once he knows they are lost. But soon he keeps walking to try to find where he is.

Only then does a flower crown fall from the sky, or seeming to be, and lands on his head. He knows he can't pass it off as the wind. The wind doesn't put together flowers. But soon, he comes across an opening with a giant tree, filled with little wooden homes, no larger than his shin.

As he keeps going deeper, he comes across a fairy in the thrown, you, the Ruler of all Fairy kind. And while you aren't bigger than his palm, he has the erge to kneel and bow before this small creature.

"Please, whatever you are, help my shoulder. I got shot, please little one." He said, desperate not to lose more blood.