The morning was a normal foggy gray. Just what Serena expected. The lambs bleated quietly in the morning light. Little Vera gathered food from the garden. She smiled when her eyes met Serena’s. The little rascal was always moving about first. It must be her faerie blood that keeps her going. Her lustrous wavy brown hair matches the bark of trees perfectly. Her skin may look pale but that’s just a glimmer to hide it’s true green color. Vera was special and Serena was her protector. They lived quietly on the edge of a human village that also sat along the edge of the faerie forest. The part of the forest where the far reside is blocked by brambles to keep humans out and fae in. Vera will return to her rightful place amongst the faerie but not until the coven has figured out how to fight back against the darkness that is slowly consuming all living creatures.