The sun dipped down onto the horizon, turning grass's green into glowing reds and yellows. The village has started locking its doors, and only one person is left outside: 15-year-old Toumi Ropou.

"Just another few red berries will last us... ouch!"

He drew his hand back after having accidentally stuck it into a thorn. After staying quiet for a few seconds and observing his wound, he worked up the courage to draw back the branches in the plant, expecting a larger grove of berries.

Instead he saw a small clearing with something in it's middle.

"What is this place?" Toumi had never seen this before. It seemed to be an old well, but as he walked closer, something seemed off.

And before he could say or do anything else, he felt a magical force pulling at him, dragging him towards the well.

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As he's pulled into the pit, his head hits the stone body of the well, and he passes out.

What seemed to be only moments later, he was woken up by a strange sound, and as he pulled himself up, he saw neither the well's interior, nor his own village. Instead, he had woken up in a small, damp cave.

A tiny voice sounded from below him. 

"Good morning sir! You should probably hide before they find you!"

Toumi looked down to see a tiny creature. It looked like a dog, like some malformed chihuahua, but with multiple tiny sets of faery wings on it's back.

"What're you?" asked Toumi, confused. He'd heard legend of faery like this before, but those were kids tales, specifically made up for scared little children.

But right in front of him was irrefutable proof of their existence.

The tiny creature started to say something, until something caught it's attention, and it shut up.

"That is not important. What is important, young Toumi, is that you hide behind a rock before you get caught by the slimes patrolling this area of the dungeon."