The small wooden cottage that the children of Falarie call their school smells like oak, to the extent sometimes it can be overwhelming. Not to mention the fact that their tables, chairs, the bookcases and teachers desks are all made of oak too.

A few small windows let in limited light to the classroom, which happens to be the entire school. Their teacher looks about a million years old, but she's probably only a couple of hundred. Ms Glimpse is her name. She's wrinkled and reminds most of the children of a shriveled prune. A strong honey aroma surrounds her like an invisible aura of sorts.

The mixture of smells, the limited light and the cramped classroom, are really nothing to the strange noises that escape the forrest outside. Sometimes, they are so loud that the class is allowed to go to recess early. A few times, Ms Glimpse has even allowed her students to go home early. In a silent way, which none of the students would ever admit out loud, it scares them when she does this.

They are the Children of Falarie