In a secluded glade, hidden deep within the Spirit World, a tiny fairy flitted through the air, her delicate wings shimmering in the warm, dappled light. Her name was Lina, one of the younger fairies, not particularly powerful yet but filled with curiosity about the world around her. Today, she had gathered with her friends, all clustered together on the soft, mossy ground under a canopy of trees that glowed with a faint, ethereal light. They whispered and chattered, their small voices buzzing like the hum of bees, eager to hear the story—the story of their world's new queen.
Lina's eyes sparkled as she looked up at Elder Solana, an ancient fairy with soft, silver wings and a gentle, knowing smile. Solana was wise and kind, one of the oldest fairies left since the days of Queen Elysia. To the younger fairies, she was more than just an elder; she was a storyteller, a keeper of memories. They knew that if anyone could explain the recent changes, it would be her.
