He seemed to be inside a tree, as though a bird had found a hollow in a large tree and built a nest inside. Hundreds of tiny sleeping creatures surrounded him. He rolled over and found Isolde lying next to him. He was comforted by her presence, but somehow felt uneasy with her body pressed against him. “Don’t worry, Lord Knight,” a voice said from behind him. He rolled over again and saw a tiny female fairy standing next to his head. She may have been four inches tall, assuming he was still his normal height. She was quite pretty with long platinum hair and blue-green eyes. “We would never injure a Knight of Winterpast, my lord, and certainly not the Chosen One,” the fairy said, bowing deeply. “Who are you and what is this place?” The fairy smiled, curtsied and said, “I am Constance Bittermore, a humble fairy, and this is our home, a minor tree on an insignificant planet for one such as you, Lord Knight.” “Constance, please just call me Jerry. And what do you mean when you say ‘Chosen One’?”
