A faerie mansion lies in an open meadow, a golden gate closing it off from the forests and mountains that lie beyond. Unknown to the residents of this particular mansion, two mortal men creep closer to the golden gate under a cloak of darkness. The wildlife that inhabit the forest go silent, as if realizing their impending doom. Soft grass and beautiful flowers adorn this gorgeous estate, but under the muted silver glow of moonlight, the flowers seem to come alive. Leaves dance in the gentle breeze as trees sway along with them. A lake of what looks like liquid stardust ripples serenely as the wind blows. The men know to tread carefully; for this gorgeous estate is infested with ancient magic. Both have prepared months to arrive here. Ash daggers line their belts, along with mighty swords engraved with prayers to ward away faeries. Iron coats them from head to toe, to protect against any surprise attacks. On silent feet, they near the entrance to the magnificent mansion. Meanwhile, the slumbering family remains oblivious of these two intruders. Inside the largest room, an enormous bed sits regally against the pearl-white wall. Silk sheets and a pillowy comforter encase the sleeping family in a cocoon of lovely warmth. The room is filled with lavish furniture and a luxurious rug, along with a massive hearth made of marble and gold. A silver glow shines through the diamond glass windows, delicate pearly light cascading onto the sleeping family. The two men stand silently in the doorway of this beautiful room, arrows nocked and ready to fly. Creeping across the threshold, they both stop a few feet away from the bed. Then, the first arrow flies.