As you approach the field, you hear a commanding woman's voice. "Hold, mortal!" she says. You freeze in place, jarred from the urge that would have pulled you in further.
You only wait a moment before you see the source of the voice as she steps out from among the trees on the far edge of the field. To call her beautiful would be an understatement. Her face has an exotic cast, with flowing chestnut hair, almond-shaped eyes the color of the forest, and ears that taper to slender points. She is garbed in the finest fabric, of no mortal make. On her head rests a circlet of gold set with a fine green gem. She steps barefoot across the faerie field, and stops before you.
"Unless you wish to remain here, you must oome no further. The forces of this island call all mortals to their fate. You are lucky I found you first...had you stepped too far in, you would have been changed to one of the sprites you see. As I learned from them, it is not too bad a fate, as you would have lived forever in happiness...but for a time you would have been stripped of your mind and memories. You would have left everything you know behind, perhaps forever."
You look at this stunningly beautiful woman...who told you that you might have become immortal, but also told you the price for that.