The brillant sun dawned silently over the mountaintops. White light quickly awakened the young faerie from her gentle slumber. With a slight flap of her wings, Titania lifted herself from the mossy earth. Rubbing her tired yellow eyes, Titania soon focused her gaze off over the cliff she called home, and out onto the mirror-like lake. Lake Obshia spanned the length of the horizon, hugging the skyline with a romantic air.

In all the peace of the early morn, Tatania was usually at peace. But this morning seemed different. The golden eyes of the small creature flicked to a ripple in the water, a disturbance of the Nirvana Obisha Valley was…