“GRRROOOOAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” The screams of agony that none could relate to reverberated throughout the cavern. The dungeon turned its attention towards the fairy, only to find an apathetic face, dimly glowing eyes which appeared devoid of life, yet, her entire being screamed the will, not to survive, but to live.

She tugged out the shard, and plunged it into the core again, caring not for her hand which was maimed by her very own weapon. Again, and again, and again, and again. Then.... silence. Without a dungeon, the goblins started to move in on her, but when they leaped at her, all they grasped was a puff of white dust. [the dungeon was too in pain to command the goblins]

*Huff*Huff*Hufff*Hufff* she ran, for how long she did not know, but she ran. Goblins had a good nose (not as good as dogs, but still good), and would be able to track her down. And nothing would save her again this time. As she ran, she felt a little tug. Just the slightest of tugs, somewhere close to her heart.

Days passed, which turned to weeks, then months as the tugging sensation became stronger and stronger with each passing day. She was compelled to head in that direction, and so she did. She walked and walked, before a very large tug came. Her body told her not to resist, and she had doubts, but followed her instincts and allowed the tug to pull her. Still remaining cautious, the tugging sensation became even stronger, until she felt her feet lift off the ground.

“...Eh?” before she shot through the sky as if dragged by a bullet train. Though travelling at such speeds, she didn’t feel cold, nor any air resistance at all. Before long(which was really fast, like blink of an eye fast), an island appeared at her feet. It reminded her of one of the stories that the adults of the village used to tell, of a deep blue lake which hides many mystical monsters, as well as the riches they hoard. It looked exactly the illustrations. Too exact, considering the story was supposed to be generations old.

“!!!!” the ground came closer and closer at blinding speed, and before she could react, she slammed into it. ........... ............. ................Okay, truth be told, she didn’t slam into anything at all. She just phased right through it, before a strong slap like sensation tossed her off her apparent course, landing her into a cavern. She took a look around in the cavern.

“Ssscchhrrrllllggggg”

“H-h-h-hi........” As usual, the spiders ignored her and proceeded to tie her up.

(Dungeon Battle Later)

She didn’t know how long has passed, since she was blindfolded, and she couldn’t ask, since she was (a)gagged and (b)spiders probably would not respond. Though, she’d judge around four days has passed, considering her body clock. On the topic of spiders, she didn’t seem to hear them anymore, after being tossed around a couple of times.

Then, a slimy yet cool sensation was felt on her thighs, which proceeded to go between her legs, then to somewhere where one normally would not touch, and of course many other areas. Sometimes it was ticklish, sometimes uncomfortable. Of course, she squirmed and tried to escape her new captor.

"No, wa-oi! Ga-stay still! Stop!" A new voice resounded in her head. A voice with a strange and warm quality, something which made her feel as though she had her parents right by her side. It calmed her, but just a bit. *Snip* A sound strangely familiar to teeth snipping something sounded close to her ear. Fear started to build.......

“Puah!” She let out a small, cute sound as she spat out her loosened gag. She waited for her hands to come free, and once it did, she ripped off her blindfold and proceeded to pummel her ‘assaulter’. Though her hands hurted more, it seemed.

When some more strange creatures brought leaves, she was puzzled. But when they came closer, she realized that it held some strange kind of berry. It was brought closer towards her, closer and closer.

“Hiii!” She yelled as she slapped it away. To begin with, she was never one of a strong will. She cried to sleep every night, and it was only her sudden outburst with the previous dungeon(goblin) that she ever noticed she could stand up for herself. Then again, any child tossed into an unfamiliar environment, deep beneath the earth face to face with spike bristling larvae with razor teeth would be afraid. And if one of those other scary creatures came by with what looked like a plate with side dishes(the berries), one could easily deduce what the main course was.

So a scared child’s natural reaction? Find a safe spot(a corner) and make yourself as small as possible.

Which seemed to annoy the dungeon master, apparently.

After being convinced(forced) by the dungeon master, she gingerly took one of the berries. Then she sniffed it, the did a small swab with her tongue. Not poison it seems. she glanced again at the two dungeon masters.

“Hur-!” the large bee began before immediately bursting into a chorus of *hur*cough*hur*cough*. Strange......

Deeming no ill will visible, the fairy placed the berry in her mouth.

And she bit down.

And she cried.

Now, one must understand that throughout her entire life, she never had a single decent meal. Or even a meal at all. Picking and eating grass and tree bark just to fill her tummy, sometimes going for days on end without food, drinking water that hopefully is bad smelling rainwater. During the cold, harsh winter, she would bury herself in the snow(she only had a one piece) and try to endure the cold. Sometimes, she might even find some fat and juicy leaves, though most of them were toxic and resulted in even more pain. Ironically, the very same leaves were the ones which allowed her to survive winter.

Sugar was a luxury for normal fairies in the village, since it was hard to come by and always in high demand. Of course, for her who never had the chance to even scavenge the scraps, sugar was about as unobtainable as achieving the Challenger circle.

And the manaberry, is very sweet. Her long since dead taste buds erupted, feeling every moment, every millisecond of this luxury. She was happy enough to die. Though, of course, it never came. Never, she thought, that there would be someone who was so kind.

No longer restrained, she immediately filled her mouth with as much as she can, gratitude blooming in her chest, like a burning fire. Her tears would not stop flowing, she could not stop eating, because for the first time since her parents have perished......

She experienced joy.

Fairy Sensei’s Little Corner:

Fairy appearance- small child-like body, about an average of 7-8 inches in height. Coloration may vary. Some which can produce a strange powder like substance are dubbed as ‘Pixies’, although there actually is race called Pixies. All fairies are capable of flight, though if their wings are removed (through a Gift or by force), they will be unable to fly again until their wing regrows. In event of a forceful removal done poorly, or they undergo heavy trauma, they may never regrow their wings, and even if they do, never fly again.

Most wings take after the models of dragonfly wings or butterfly/moths. But there are cases where fairies possess other wing models.

Shade appearance- mature look and body, about an average of a foot in height. Dark in coloration. Knowledge on this elusive species is limited. Though there are confirmed records of Shades traveling from shadow to shadow, the exact limits and capability of the skill is unknown.

They are incapable of flight

Hybrids: when two beings of different races mate, unless one of them has a significantly dominant racial gene, they will produce a hybrid. There can be a few types of hybrids. The most common one is a [Halfling], pretty much the general term for one who takes fifty-fifty from both parents’ traits. This is most commonly seen from humans, who are dubbed as the ‘Blank Race’ due to their ability to take in almost all of the racial traits, though watered down.

When the traits are incompatible, it results in death.

When a ‘Halfling’ is not produced, there are a few other possibilities. One of them is a ‘Fumble’, where the child does not inherit any trait at all, only the appearance.

Another, and the more common kind, the ‘Hit’, where one only takes after one of their parents, though with a higher possibility of atavism.

The last, and the rarest, is the ‘Avitis’, where one takes not only both traits from his/her parents, but both traits are much, much stronger and powerful. Many at times they exhibit one atavistic race.

Atavism- a throwback trait reminiscence of the past powerful races. They are not as recessive as one might be led to believe, since some races are still alive today. However, most requires a parent to be one of those races to receive the benefits of such, but atavism bends the rules a little. Under special circumstances, even the child of two normal elves can become a high elf, high elf being the ancestor race.

There is one last type, where the child of two different races is none of the above, but of a completely different race, though it will never stretch too far. These races receive much scorn, many names being ‘mule’, ‘moreau’ as there is no official name for such an event.