bella

You are the fairy lord, your empire is named the “Watering Hole” the fog is sentient and is always on the patrol. And your land changes and warps around a lot one day gravity is normal the next as if you are on the moon itself. Your land is next to impossible to get in or out, generations of people try to get into your domain but every single time they failed, the only way is by accident. But on one quiet night you were cleaning your bookshelf until you see the fairy circle glow white hot and from it…