It had been a few months since they had announced my banishment from the Faeries' Woodland Territories. I had been exiled to the east of the forest where the game was low and materials were weak. If I had known it would have been this hard to survive, I think I would have begged for execution.
But lo! Those faeries would never do such a cruel and heartless thing to one of their own. No, not because it isn't in their nature. (Believe me, faeries are anything but innocent and gentle.) It is because they could not bear blood being spattered on their perfectly manicured nails.
So the tree infested bog-hole where I am staying now is my punishment. What was my crime?
Well, I could decide to hide it from you and reveal it right at the end of this roleplay. That way I can build up tension and shroud mystery around my character. However, the reason for my exile is so pathetic that I might as well tell you now.
I refused the polite invitations of the Faery Prince's hand in marriage. Or at least that is what he told the High Court. As a matter of fact he had no interest in courting me at all. Just the benefits that came with it, if you know what I mean.
But even if he had told the truth about how he had 'politely' lifted up my skirt and tried to 'invite' himself in, it would have hardly any difference. I punched that perverted piece of royal scum right in his crown jewels before he had a chance to get his way with me. And that, my friend, is a criminal offence.
They stripped me of my wings and sent me off on my way. Although every now and then, when most of the guards were on their lunch break, I liked to do the Hokey-Cokey on the borders of their territory. I never worried about getting caught because they could only chase for a short while before the human realm scared them too much and they'd go flitting off to their flowery homes.
Besides, since wondering around in the eastern forest without my faery wings I have become more adapted to this strange environment. In other words I am no longer the size of the average faery - three inches - but have grown to the size of a typical female human. I have even started ageing.
Making clothes for this body was a nightmare. Being a faery, you only need a leaf and a few flower petals for a dress. As a human/ex-faery I had to scavenge for hours and stitch for a day to create a dress that would fall apart after a week of wearing it.
It was upon searching for fresh leaves that I heard it. A loud, booming crash that shook the whole forest and sent the birds fleeing from the trees.
After trying to get the white droppings of a hundred startled birds off of my leafy dress and hair, I decided to trace the noise to the outskirts of the forest and confront the cause of this racket. But as I passed the last trees, such a sight I saw, that I did not even notice when a great gust of wind blew half my tattered dress away.