We once worshiped them as gods. For almost four hundred years, the Veil protected us from the fairies of Alfheim. And then we died from their swords. Everything changed one day - the Veil collapsed, letting the fairies into the world. They put marks on those whom they want to subjugate, but the Guardian of the Mist, which protects the world of people, has been given the order to destroy us all - both those on whom the magical mark appeared, and those whom the fairies have not yet reached. All my life I have looked after gardens on the border of our worlds, and the flickering magic of the Veil attracted me like a flame attracts a moth. But if I want to live to see my twenty-first birthday and remain free, I need to run.