Fairy tale fairies leading into magical hills, witches who seem to have stepped out of the pages of creepy medieval fairy tales, marvelous elves who honor nature - all this is one people. I've learned enough about them to understand the motives of the Resistance people and the angry gods, but I can't step aside. Somehow I am involved in all this mess. And somehow it turns out strange: on the one hand, they recognized me as the voice of spirits, a priestess, and they were only people, on the other hand, I am one of the magical people, and they are strangers. What kind of nonsense is this, huh? And this is not to mention my relatives, who walk around me in suspicious circles. And don’t remember about damned love, which makes you want to howl. And what a stupid time - five o'clock! Neither here nor there! So. All. It's time to pull yourself together and bend the circumstances. The only question is, where?