Chapter 11:
Over three centuries of bizarre experiences never prepared her for what she faced on the far side of that portal. In her mind, she had built up the land of the Fair Folk to be some dark, chaotic foreboding place. Tales of horrors and misdeeds of the dark Fae ran rampant on the streets of the city. She knew of no witches who had ever traveled to this island, and if any of her Fae acquaintances ever passed through this door, they never spoke of this place.
Her first impression was… anticlimactic. The atmosphere she found on the far side was not much different from the Sylvan home. From initial impressions, the only discernable difference was the color of light.
In the land of the Sylvans, the color blue seemed… intensified, making the greens and blues more vibrant. Here, the c
