The fairy was in a deadly situation, the Phantoms had broken her barrier and could easily tear her apart.
However, at this very moment, as if by magic three saviors came to her aid.
It was a real miracle for the Fairy, but what in the end? Instead of a prince on a white horse extending his hand to her, she got a shotgun held to her head and a sly smirk on her savior's face.
"What...?" The fairy muttered in confusion as a cold stream of wind blew by her side.
"For a start, what's your name?" Ethan asked with a calm gaze.
The fairy gulped, uncertainly answering, "Freya..."
Ethan nodded, "How did you end up here? Why did the Phantoms want to eat you?"
"I can answer all your questions later! It's dangerous out here! Let's leave from here first!" Freya exclaimed, clenching her tiny fists.
Ethan slowly put the shotgun away, hanging it on his belt. Freya smiled, but soon enough the smile disappeared from her face.
Crackle.
