The scene was beautifully treacherous. There was blood covered all around the crystal cave and just near the waters edge lie a broken wing of an angels crest. How could one do such a thing, take a piece of a fairy’s soul? Cutting off a wing preventing them from flying and souring from above? I must find who has poisoned our world in such a way and better yet a must find who this wing belongs to. I search deeper into the cave going into the water to see if I see anything or hear anything but there’s nothing, I call out and all I hear in return is my own echoing and pebbles falling with each step I take. The air in this cave doesn’t feel good for my lungs I can feel myself sweating and trembling barely able to breathe in this air, it is almost suffocating this poison in the air. I search for more answers and question my surroundings digging deeper and deeper, the only luck was that I found an bracelet with shells on the initials engraved E.L. I wonder what it stands for as I hold it in the palm of my hand.