She hated it here.

At first it was an adventure: living among humans, trading fairy magic for magic of a human kind. But now she understood the epithet: Mud People, mud hearts. This slum was foul.

And her magic was running out.

She wanted to go back to her people, back to Haven. She wanted to go back to being herself.

She would give anything to have her old life back. But she knew it was impossible. She was an Outcast, forever. Whatever she offered, nobody could grant her amnesty.

...Or could they?

Another chapter of her story was beginning.