Sherlock
Twist spends the afternoon showing me around the Lower Realm. It’s so much more charming than the impression the front gate gives. Beyond the heavy cloud of oppression that hangs just over the castle, there’s a whole teeming world of mischief and magic. A bustling downtown, fairies of all shapes and sizes coming and going.
The people themselves are unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Their skin shines in various hues, some look like humans, some have wings and tails and horns and tattoos. There are teeth and talons, scales and shorn fur. Twist explains that his home has always been the most diverse of all the fairy realms, a fact that his father exploited in his search for the best powers to bend to his own uses. But without his father ruling, it has just become a meltin
