Xenon did not favour the Fae race. He never had, and for good reason. Every new encounter with them left him even more convinced that such a malicious race did not need to exist.
They were no dark sorcerers, but their hearts were blacker than dark magic. Sinister, deceptive and evil.
Those were the nicest descriptions he could think of as he was circled by two massive forest spirits. Their antlers looked sharp and lethal, and their eyes gleamed with blood thirst. Though he wasn't certain whose blood they thought they would be getting.
How had he ended up in this position, one might wonder?
It was quite simple. He had followed Neveah's voice...or what he thought was her voice then. Only to face an ugly looking tree who for some reason had the ability to mimic voices.
What was worse, he had known it was a trap too. But it was a chance he was willing to take.
