Prologue
Crystal, a pink-haired, nine-year-old elf sat in the corner of her bedroom. All the furniture, books, and toys in there were never bought. Her mom and dad, obviously two elves, had managed to steal everything that now was in the house, and Crystal never dared to use any of it. Why? Because she was against the elves' evil ways. Crystal felt that she was meant to be a pixie, but got lost when she was just a twinkle. She was not accepted by anyone: the other elves didn't want to play with someone who didn't have evil intentions, the pixies scorned all elves, and the gnomes were just too greedy.
Crystal daydreamed she was a beautiful pixie playing house with all her pixie friends, and she never hurt a fly. She daydreamed she was in Caramel's shop, buying a piece of cake with her hard-earned money. She didn't earn the money by sneaking into the bank, she dreamed she worked at an amusement park, earning a fair pay by operating the cotton-candy machine. There was a sharp rap at the door, shattering her fantasy. "Crystal?" Her mom's glass-like voice shook the house and sounded like nails scratching on a ceramic plate. "Your dinner is ready." Crystal ran over to the kitchen, and sniffed the food, a gourmet sandwich and orange pop. "Stolen," Crystal said. After rejecting the food, she ran over to her room, curling up in the closet. She dreamed about none other than being accepted.