THE FAIRIES TEA PARTY

Ten years had passed since the day the world had changed. In Oakhaven, the merger of the human and faerie realms had become a way of life, a seamless tapestry of the mundane and the magical. Children played with sprites in the meadows, and the village elders consulted with the spirits of the oaks on matters of law and tradition. The village was a place of perpetual spring, where the air was always sweet and the stars were always bright.