In the world of humans life is based on fact and reality. The common folk work their days in fields of in shops producing goods of all sorts. It is a simple life with little to worry about. That is unless fantasy invades reality. Legends and folklore live on in the books and words of the elders told to children to warn and entertain. In these legends there is tales of the faeries and their magically kingdom within the realm of dreams. It is said to exist in that blur between reality and fantasy, before you wake up and before you sleep. But these legends like all others was merely a tale to tell children. To scare them or thrill them. Or was it? Did the realm of the fay really exist? Long ago the faeries once lived on the same plane as humans although they kept to themselves in their woodlands or savannahs far away from these curious creatures. But the terrible humans destroyed all they touched including animals and plants. To save their kind the faeries of all the lands banded together to move their kingdoms into the realm of dreams. Here they lived and prospered away from the devastating vile touch of man. For thousands of years they lived here and soon humans became just as much as a legend as the faeries were to humans. Never the two shall meet. Most fay only thought of the tales about humans as something to entertain their children. But one fay held these stories close. Wondering if they could be true. After all, all legends started from a small sliver of fact. This particular faerie was different than most. More adventurous, rebellious, and curious than most. And being the prince, Illithien got away with quite a bit. Like the rest of his woodland kingdom his skin was pale, and his features thin and elegant with elongated ears much like an elf. His body frame thin and lithe but also fit. Also like most of his woodland people his hair resembled that of the woodland. His hair hinting to the time of his birth, it was long and flowing and held the colors of orange autumn leaves. His eyes full of rebellious mischief were the color of honey, a soft yellow color. In appearance he looked to be early twenties though most fay didn’t show their true age and always looked young. Vines acted as jewelry and twisted and spiraled up his arms, the green leaves matching the green silk tunic and flowing pants that he wore. Bare foot he darted through the forest with his wings magically hidden. He hid them often, being trained in close quarters fighting meant they could become a hindrance. Illithien snickered as he heard the far away voices of his personal guard. It was common for him to leave them behind. They did after all spoil his fun. He liked to travel to the edge of his kingdom’s territory. He felt if maybe he watched long enough the human world would one day shimmer into view. Little did he know he was about to see more than a glimpse of the human realm.