Welcome to Lysteria. We are a country of two courts, dividing the ownership of the land. There's the Seelie court, which is the court of summer. Along with the Unseelie court, home to winter. Between these two courts, there has been a treaty of peace for around a century, but that ends now. An outbreak of a lethal disease has spread through Lysteria land, first being encountered by the dwarves in the mines of Ephah. This disease counters the immortality of the fey and speeds it up by a triple of the normal time. Taking this into consideration would mean a fey being of 1000, only aging after 100 years, would then begin to age every five days. Or at least that is what is understood. This epidemic has caused a craze throughout the land, until the Unseelie court had found a way to change it to every ten days, and then twenty, and soon the drug was strong enough to counter the disease all together. By now the word had spread to the Seelie court, which brings us to the present. --- Deidre sighed as she cleaned up after an angry troll that had decided it was fun to throw around the royal court rooms furniture. He had been enraged because the king would not allow him to go after a few sprites for displaying unkindly manners. The king was not in the mood for frivolous entertainment and left after his reply, the troll had then taken the chance to trash the place. Deidre being a slave had to clean up after all the destruction had taken place. Her face cringed as she picked up the crown of the queen, placing it back on the toadstool that was nearly about to break. Another slave she had known for a while laughed at the room as he walked in. He wasn't all that pleasant, giving into the feys mannerisms and emotions. He could have been misinterpreted as a fey but his ears and clearly human eyes told differently. Deidre turned to look at him and scoffed, "If it's so funny, why don't you clean it than?" Her voice had changed to disgust as she turned back to the broken chair, lugging the torn legs towards a window. She threw them outside and turned back to the archway the boy had been leaning against. He was gone, probably to tell on her indecent behaviour. She wasn't very happy with the ordeal she had been born into. Had her grandfather not owed to the King of the Seelie court, she would not have been born in the court. Her family lived in the court for two generations so far. Her parents had been murdered for an attempt at freedom, and she was was too cowardly to avenge their death or try and escape. What a life, eh? -- Blythe cackled as the tiny sprite crunched in her finger tips. She needed a snack and the thing had been pestering her nearly all day. She tried giving it signs to stop but the thing would not budge. It was then decided that it was in her best interest to stop it from bothering anyone else and fulfil her hunger at the same time. She smiled pleasantly as the wings moved past her lips and into her mouth. The taste was not satisfying but it was more in her stomach than previous to the killing. She slowly stepped back near to the shore. A kelpie was neighing underneath the waves and seemed excited, it had probably just caught some food as well. It seemed as if most aquatic fey were of malicious nature... but in actuality, all fey were. The sand felt soft and familiar between her webbed toes. A soft groan escaped Blythe's lips as the water reached her feet... the feeling of the tide making her feel at ease. She was stressed and it was only because she had heard of a few deaths in the Ephah caves. Her dwarf friend had sent word that a few of their relatives had undergone a suspicious process of un-aging and she was trying to figure out the nonsense of his words. Un-aging? What did that even mean? She now sat down, pushing her slender fingers into the moist earth. It helped to relieve her but she was still worried, what would become of this odd occurrence, maybe it would go away?