"Ok so, what is the difference from a World to a Plane?

Well my dear readers...

Dear sisters? Who does really read what I write here?

Maybe Mother, or Fate..."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"Does it really matter if I write?"

"Yes Mother! Sorry Mother! I will not doubt my self!"

Mira was sitting in front of Sidon and Fianna. The couple, when the husband woke up, hugged eachother and never stopped. Fianna was still sitting on hes husband lap even after a day passed. Sidon had told his part of the story already, about the attack, about Little Wolf losing himself and about the monstrous wolves.

Then Fianna started telling them about her side of the story. How the droppers kidnapped her and, Sidon had to interrupt her to gloat telling her how good of a decision he made when he kept the three droppers, they brought her to him when he needed it the most.

Fianna smiled and hit her husband arm playfully then continued, with what she found when the droppers... Dropped her. She told them about the giant dropper, the cold one and, how she punched it to try to save her loved one. Sidon started laughing so hard as her wife recounted the fact that he had to let her go, his sides hurted and he could not keep himself on a sitting position. Sidon tried to roll on the grass while laughing, just because the movement might help him take another breath.

"So, you found yourself in the middle of an army of droppers, you saw the biggest dropper with me unconscious under it." He laughed, tears were forming on his eyes. "And it was breathing out ICE! Woah!" Sidon chuckled, then sighed. "The first thing that came to your mind was yell at it and punch it on the nose! ON. THE. NOSE!" He started rolling even harder.

Fianna with a face as red as her fiery hair, started to hit and pinch him. They started to mock fight and ended up rolling togher into the pond.

"Oh dear." Sidon sighed, then he kissed his lovely woman. "I love you so much! What could I do without my wild cat?"

Mira had watched the happy couple frolic around, in the beginning she was confused, then the confusion turned into rage.

"Why are you so happy? You fought something you could not beat! You almost died! How can you two be so casual about this!?"

She snapped.

"We are not dead and we are togheter, why should we not be happy?"

Asked Fianna.

"You cannot think about what you can't change, you will go crazy for nothing."

Added Sidon.

"I can't understand you two, you are just too strange for me."

Said Mira.

"Oh right, why are you naked?"

Asked Sidon.

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"Humans wear clothes to protect their fail body, my body is stronger than clothes so, I don't need them."

Said Mira proud.

"Even if you don't need clothes for protection, you still need to appear as a dignified young woman." Fianna chided her. "Sidon dear, could you lend her your mantle?"

"I wore clothes while I was hiding as a little kid, I had to travel everywhere in these sixteen years to find Little Wolf. I hate clothes, they limit my range of movement."

Mira pouted, Fianna gave her a stern gaze.

Mira jumped to her feet and moved her hands, the grass around her started to levitate and surround her body. When she dropped her hands a green pair of really short shorts and a green tank top adorned her now dressed body.

The couple was silent, the were watching Mira with big eyes and their mouth open.

"What? Both grass and linen are made from Nature Elemental Spirits, I just asked them to change a little..."

Said Mira bashfully.

"Wolf-men, dropper that calls the snow, healing water, dresses made from grass... Yeah everything is NORMAL."

Nodded Sidon with a serious face.

"Yeah... Everything is crazy and... We have not talked about Little Wolf, Safe, Awe, Demon's Hearts, angels, faeries, joy, essence, spirits, white something... Did I miss something?"

Fianna asked Mira.

"Ok, I don't know everything but..." Mira took a blade of grass. "We are inside something that's called Plane of Creation, if the Plane of Creation is the Pond of Life, we are inside a World that is as big as this blade of grass." She threw the blade of grass in the pond, just to show them how small they actually were. The blade of grass started to float, then moved back towards Mira, when it touched the ground it started to grow and spread. It stopped when the grass that was used to make Mira's new clothes was replaced and the clearing floor was back to a soft grass meadow.

"Is this normal?"

Asked Sidon pointing to the grass.

"No, this one... I think it's the water faery that's messing with us..." Said Mira. "So, inside the Plane of Creation there are a lot of Worlds and Planes, they are filled with different people and beings."

"Like those wolf-men?"

Asked Sidon.

"Exactly, both the wolf-men and the White Stalkers come from the Plane of the Hunt."

Explained Mira.

"And you, where are you from?"

Asked Fianna.

"I'm from somewhere else... I don't want to talk about that place." A pained expression, mixed with anger, adorned Mira's visage for a second, then it became neutral again. "When I fled from my... home, the water faery took me in. I have lived many... years, err snows, inside the Faery Castle."

"Wait castle? Are we staying inside the land of a lady?"

Asked Fianna surprised.

"Oh, I actually never thought about it... The faery are all daughters of the faery queen... So they are all princesses..."

Said Mira thoughtful.

"We are in the land of a princess!? Can we really stay here?"

Asked Fianna allarmed.

"She guided us here herself, we will be fine." Said Mira. "While I lived inside the Faery Castle, I never saw a White Stalker, they are a really secretive folk. Only when Joy came to me with her child and a deal to make I learned something more about them. They lived inside the Plane of the Hunt. The White Stalkers have no names, they died so easily in there that giving themselves names... would make them hurt more when someone they cared for died. The only White Stalker with a name are the ones that do something really memorable. The White Stalkers names are more like titles, usually an emotion that every White Stalker feels when they look at that individual. Joy is their queen, she saved them, she did something terrible inside the Plane of the Hunt and she is in hiding within the Faery Castle with her kin. The water faery introduced us when Joy was pregnant, the child could not grow inside the Faery Castle for some reason, so they made a deal with me, the strongest fighter." 'That is not a faery' Mira thought. "The water faery would throw me and the child inside a Wolrd so that I could protect him and teach him how to fight. Something did not work as planned and we got separated. Joy gave a name to her child as she left him to me, she hoped that when he became old enough he would visit the Faery Castle and the White Stalkers would feel Awe."

While Mira spoke the last part, she was watching Little Wolf's grinning face while he slept.