Hello Gaians, My name is Gaia. I live in London, and I love to cook. I am nerdy I guess. I love video games, and I love to read. Final Fantasy, Xenosaga, Resident Evil, Silent HIll, and Fatal Frame being my fav video games. Just talk to me I guess, if ya wanna know more. I'm kinda shy but Ill open up if I am comfortable
(The Creation of Fermented Faerie)
One brilliant evening, deep in the Forest of the Faeries, Gaia and her friends were having a dinner party. Seeing Scarletta and Vivi Mage Of Mist, being the guests of honor. Gaia speaks to Scarletta," You know, I am having a wonderful time, I am ecstatic that you decided to come." Scarletta nods at Fermented. The green colored Faerie then began to sip on some wine, enjoying the acts and spells Vivi and the other Faeries performed. Hours went by, and Gaia had no idea that she had drunk 17 bottles of wine on her lonesome. She stood, her head light and her mind spinning. She then began to fall to the ground, unconscious. In her drunken stupor, she had fallen into an alcoholic coma. No matter what Scarletta and Vivi and the other Faeries tried, she would not wake. The party ended and Gaia was taken to a patch of brilliant multicolored flowers. This is where she slept for 25 years. Then one day, she awoke from her slumber. As soon as she woke her friends were notified. Although, for some strange reason the Faerie was in a constant state of intoxication. Forever more she is drunk, thus the Faeries bestowed upon her the name of "Fermented" and from that day forth, Fermented drinks as much alcohol as she can get her frilly fingers on, and she will forevermore be known as "Fermented the Drunk of the Faeries". Scarletta, her best friend, has been known to be the first who to say to Fermented at parties, " Go home Faerie you're drunk!"
(Root Legged Fermented Avi. How she became a tree!)
Many many years later, after her human and magician friends grew old, Fermented still appeared as young as ever. For the Faeries age the slowest of all the WoodFollk. Fermented was still the outspoken drunker-ed, that she was know to be. Yet one day in the forest, she was walking alone between the tress in the deepest depths of her Wood. She was so drunk, and unknown to her, and evil witch was trailing her. Fermented tripped over a root, sprawling to the ground. Giggling, she attempted to get to her feet. Before she could, this witch hovered before her. "Fermented, i presume?" she said in a raspy voice. Fermented giggled in response. "For your misdeed to the WoodFolk, i will curse you forever more. The curse will be to be stuck serving others alcohol, whilst you are able to taste none. I cure thee Fermented, to become a treasured plant, to stand and serve others until the day you shall die!" Fermented the was transported to the circle of flowers where her kinfolk always held their parties. She was fully alert, yet still as drunk as ever. She attempted to flap her wings, too fly away. Her legs had turned into roots, buried deep in the earth. Fermented had be come, another permanent trophy of the brilliant Wood.