Narmada had never believed in unicorns, not until a stroll through the forests of Kenneth DOL convinced her otherwise. She was a young human woman living in a world where magic was dead and magical creatures a myth. Elves and FAE and magical beasts had long ago shed their skin and left their bones. It was a world where humans alone now existed, walking in the dark of night, always looking over their shoulder for their inevitable extinction, as if nature were waiting to absorb them next back into her soil.

Tales of Talithia