The City has been lit up for the Star Festival with banners and twinkling decorations strewn off the windowsills of shop fronts and windows. The gardeners at one particular park have put their heart and soul into creating a fairy's paradise: Fairy lights have been carefully dangled from trees to make strings of stars, little beaded jewels have been hidden among the hedges, and even the old cobwebs have been sprayed with just a touch of glitter. The park is open to everyone and the citizens of Destiny City have been invited to respectfully explore the hidden wonders that have been placed throughout. The park is magical enough on its own but there have also been reports of a strange, ethereal and shimmering stranger in the park. The glimmer of a beautiful costumed figure fluttering through the park has been passed around as rumor, and no matter what anyone claims to see, no one can take a picture of it. As if simply seeing some magical figure isn't mysterious enough, there are also reports of mischief and small pranks being played at the same time this figure seems to appear.
There were screams; children, adults, gentle park-goers enjoying the scenery as happy little groups often did! Until they weren’t. The beatific fairyland filled with something dark for a moment; with curses hurled, with claims of thievery! As a flit and shimmer of shifting fabrics twisted between glowing garlands, over glassy mushroom rings. One with good enough eyes could note the darting of a pale, fragile body between lines of trees, and lines of too tall weeds.
A spindly, veiled figure just barely disturbing the swathes of nature that’d been done up for the place. It amped the rumors truth tenfold! As a seemingly costumed figure, bright fae, pale as the moon. Went slipping past the boundary of the park, the lines that marked civilian spaces, and manicured walls — except unlike all the rumors running round? This one didn’t disappear. Not this time. It trekked, trailed, left footprints and heaved the kind of breaths attributed only to the bloodwarm and living, instead of the spiritual and dead.
Hardly checking it’s left side, or right, for passersby–
Before the creature in question slipped between parted, rotting boards at the back of the long burnt out church on the hill.
