Lorian stood by the river that ran past the the village. She was cleaning some of the last crops of this years harvest and enjoying what could be the last warm rays of summer, when a shape blotted out the sky.
She looked up to see the mechanical birds the Lord of her village had made to spy on his people. A shudder ran through her body. Those machines ran on the magic of the land, and stole from those creatures who needed it most. She looked back to the vegitables she had been cleaning and back to the river. She saw the corpses of two young fairies floating down stream. She had seen them playing further up the river when she had come down from the field just hours ago. She cursed the machines and all who made them, she went out into the river to fetch the small bodies and laid them in a bed of reeds on the river bed. It was an activity she found all to common these days. She returned to her work then, there was nothing else she could do.