"Ragers made a base years ago in the lake." Sunny's cheery voice rings out beside my ear, the little pixie having grown tired of flying she now sits on my shoulder.
"How did they manage that?" I ask, keeping to the path she had pointed out to us. We have been walking for twenty minutes since meeting the three pixies, Sunny, Amelia and I focused on saving Grace – Silver Fur as Sunny calls her. The little creature has been sharing stories of how she and her troupe have traveled the world, always returning to the Goddess' forest during the Run to gather magic under the full blue moon. I also learned how she and her friends came to know Grace and Amelia and how Grace has saved the Fae Princess on more than one occasion growing up. I think at this point I am no longer shocked by just how i
