A/n Hi I'm Jud, this is the first FF I've published on this account so I'd just like to say hello and this isn't a usual fic. It's our favourite characters in a far away land that doesn't exist. However I like to imagine it does and that Jane and Lisbon live there so anyway on with the story. :)

I don't own The Mentalist no matter how much I wish I did.


The small patch of land the Pixies owned wasn't big or particularly special, but it was sacred. So when other creatures came searching for the land asking to join it with there own, all hell broke loose.

Teresa was the daughter of the Pixie chief and first in line for the chief position. Teresa was a free spirit and didn't want to become the chief, but knew that as the oldest she had to an example for her three younger brothers.

"Mother please I shouldn't have to do this. Mark should be chief, he's the eldest son. I've read the rest of the hollows rules even the trolls do it that way. Why do we differ from them?" Teresa complained to her mother for the hundredth time that night.

Her mother simply shook off her daughters comment and continued to brush the long, dark curls of her eldest child. "Teresa, we make sure that the women in our Grove are treated as an equal. That is why it is you and not Mark."

"Mother why does Father want me to go to this ball tomorrow night, I usually have to stay here as he is embarrassed of me. He says that I have to learn before I can take over as chief and my training has just began. Has Father found me a betrothed?" Teresa retreated away from her Mother and started to cry. "He has hasn't he, Mother please don't make me go."

"Teresa, you know this day would come eventually. I know you don't want to go, but it is your responsibility to the Grove and to the Pixies too." Her mother explained. "Think it over the ball is tomorrow night, you will go Teresa, or your Father may never forgive you. You must understand this."

"I understand Mother." Teresa replied sadly. With that she left her Mother's chambers and went to her own.

Once reaching her chamber Teresa laid down into her bed. Quietly sobbing into her pillows. Teresa had prepared for this day and she knew it was time. Collecting a sack for her clothing and cherished possessions, she packed. Putting on her hunting clothes, a cape and stashing her weapons, she left for the stables to get her horse.

Taking one last look at her childhood home and the kingdom she would one day return to, maybe, she rode off into the night.