What have I done ?

This was born as a bunch of trees and then in cent quixotic wrote a story : Christian clasped his sword closer to his body. He didn't want to be here. He knew he was trespassing but he had no choice. His village, his family, his mother would die if he failed. Christian braced himself and trudged forward into the misty forest. He begged entrance to the land of the Fae and offered the only thing he had, his life. He would be the servant of the Fae if they would give the Mora Phenotropa mushroom to his people. They were all ill and would die in a weeks time if they didn't get the cure. The Queen of the Fae quirked her eyebrow at the audacious human who was kneeling before her. She had no interest in his life with how short the human life span was. But she was interested in the human's steel. The queen agreed to the trade. Christian would be her personal slave and his people would get the mushroom. The queen smiled at her newest subject and Christian quivered at the predatory look that threatened his very soul.

And this was born ....