Ivéda & Revenge Season

The sun hasn't risen in months, with the sky only barely painted with the slightest shade of blood at dawn. Among the rustles of damp forest leaves, humans scream and call for help, their attempts in vain as no one dares take the first step to free them. Of the suffocating nets that caught their flesh for prey. In a world where mankind ruled the land, hunting down its riches — of both, animals and the finest of treasures — it was about time Mother Earth sought vengeance. Now, people lay huddled in caves and remnants of wooden cottages, back to the useless creatures they were before they terrorized the ones that truly belonged. The Faeries hadn't hoped for such a gruesome outcome. In fact, for decades, witnessing the mass destructions of a home where their hearts took residence, left them feeling hopeless and in strung out despair. They'd come to an unfortunate realization. That they were doomed to live within a broken system, with only very little in their hands to save their nature-entwined lives. That was until, the muted one of their kin, the timid and hardly noticeable Fae, committed a horrid crime that led to bloodshed. That led to war.