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      In the frail minds of we humans, things that are incomprehensible are incorrigible; things of that we don't approve bear no meaning. We become so absorbed in the science that somehow justifies that paranormal things simply aren't real, that we leave even the faintest hope, or imagining of these fantasy things behind with the passing of our childhood. So if we the people have no beliefs in these things, what business do they have in our society? They drift apart from the human world, out of the bearings of normalcy, and are forced to create their own society ; their own being to survive as a species.
      But what if, after so many generations of being shunned and belittled, they decided to try again? To attempt to be accepted in their old home, the way our forefathers had solemnly declared they had not? Well, then it seems we have a pickle in our hands.

      Between the folds of our society lies deminsions other than our own. Worlds that are so different, yet similar to life we live today. In these societies, there is no good and evil; simply misanthropists. From which degrees, they vary, though they have one common purpose: to go back home. Life in their worlds pale in comparison to the society we have made, and they're tired of it. So seize the moment! Take what they feel is rightfully theirs. But these tiny beings aren't direct like such. They have a plan. So in the midst of one of the most horrid disasters that has ever hit the earth, four of their kind seeped through the cracks ; the careful barriers set by those far more wiser than we. They need pawns ; mortal bodies to sacrifice so that their people can escape in whole, without harm to take back the world that they, to, had put so much work into creating.

      Unfortunately, the children that have already been predestined to be sacrificed are located quite far.. apart. They have to reunite them all ; take them to an ancient faerie shrine in the only New York city. Earning their trust is easy, it's already done. And as they escort these meek humans to their execution, they collide with their worst enemy ; themselves.


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