The halls of Faeworth Academy rang bright and true with merry sounds like jingling crystal chandeliers as this tiny chattering mass of bejewelled little creatures scurried along, leaving myriad glitter trails by their feet. Each sweet and jovial small face wore a beaming expression which radiated pure unadulterated, youthful warmth. They clung together in glittery packs, all happily moving through the hallowed corridors with satchels swinging playfully at their sides. These happy few had been gifted a treasured prize—they had made it to the end of their schooling and were soon to be owners of very new, very shiny pairs of wings.

In a corner of the school not so smattered in glittery dust sat a small, pale young faerie nervously swinging her legs in a cushioned oak chair facing an unobtrusive small door. The sounds of her compatriots receiving what she so desperately wanted made her giddy and scared all at once. She smoothed the non-existent folds in her emerald green dress, ever meticulous and determined to appear perfect on such a crucial day. Her very small and demure fingers wove intricate shapes in her lap as she waited for the unobtrusive wooden door to open.