Gloria Spiderwhistle walked down the concrete and glass forest which had arisen during her long slumber. From the outside the humans which pushed past her rather rudely only saw a rather beautiful women in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Her short hair died a rather bright neon blue which was rather odd but not enough for a women who looked to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s but not odd enough to be worth noticing. She was rather short for a woman being only a hair above five feet but little did they know that was actually her size only thanks to her magic.
What they didn’t know was that the women who had stopped at the crosswalk was the goddess of all fairies and that hiding under the hoddie she had stolen was her four pairs of wings. Her pointed ears hidden by the hood of the hoodie. Her normal size was less then a foot tall, but in the hunt to for humans to transform it was easier if she appeared human.
She had awoken after around two thousand plus years of slumber and through her magic she could tell that none of her children were left alive. It was time to change that, the question is who would be the first to become one of her subjects and how much magic would it take to transform this concrete and glass city into a proper capital city for a kingdom of her kind.