Jay wasn’t sure what they were at first: maybe fireflies, or sunlight passing the dust, or maybe her eyes had decided to play tricks on her that day. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. They all looked like little people; tiny 12-inch humans glowing in the dying rays of the sun.

She couldn’t move, really. It was all too complicated for her, but either way, she had to move; she had to see those dancing pixies even closer. It was a long shot, she knew that. Fairies weren’t idiots, but they weren’t the brightest either.

The brunette slowly stepped outside, the frigid weather cutting her to the bone. She wrapped her arms around her torso and continued, her eyes still on the sparkle of light illuminating from the center of a circle of tall, short, and stubby mushrooms.

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, Jay could only process. How could it be real? Had her mother been telling her the truth all these years?

If that were true, she had to find out no matter what dangers that would follow…....