Abasdarhon's Castle

The garden turned out to be incredibly beautiful. Rare trees and flowers were everywhere. Some of them were familiar to Felian. The fairy was told to follow a winding path made of red bricks, and soon he reached a small lake where one of the fairies was playing.

Felian stopped, momentarily admiring the beauty of the garden. But then, looking closer, he began to notice some differences from his homeland. Everything was too well-maintained, too artificial, permeated with some kind of falseness. Or maybe he just wanted to believe that?
Reaching the lake, he froze in place, as if forgetting about the main purpose of his visit. At least, something in this garden refreshed genuine, old memories.
Spreading his wings, Felian flew closer to the fairy. He wondered how she ended up in such a place. Was it an unfortunate coincidence or a voluntary desire?
—Well, hello.