You're tired. Emotionally and physically tired. You look around hoping to see something or someone that will help all this make sense, but to no avail. You sigh and decided to curl up in the mountain of fabric around you and go to sleep.
You fold your spend a few moments trying to find out how to fold up your wings before you finally succeed. Curl up and make yourself comfortable. Within moments you are fast asleep. But you hear voices.
Tiny high-pitched female voices. You try to wake up to ask questions, but you can't seem to control yourself, be this dream or reality.
"Hmmm...it's been a long time since a mortal has been fool enough to sleep in the fairy ring." One voice says
"Yes, that's must be why this one was rewarded by being made one of us. Can you imagine if he'd been a snail or a blade of grass. He could have ended up a mushroom as well." A second voice says
"I can tell she would rather be his old self again. Not happy are you?" she asks you. The fact that you can't seem to open your eyes or stir yourself makes you think that the question was rhetorical.
"Well, you'll never be human again. Not by our hands. But if you don't like being a fairy..."