Anwyn walked through the dark woods of someone's creams, following the small child to keep them from harm's way. The evil creatures of the child's subconscious as well as invading Dark Fey were pushed back by Anwyn's chilling presence. The young girl dashed through the trees, giggling and calling out for her dog to keep chasing her. Soon, the child made it from the dark woods that had originally been a nightmare and into a bright field of flowers. The Winter Fey stood at the edge of the wood, watching the child bask in her own summer sun, her hair blowing back in a flower-scented breeze. The Fey frowned slightly, wondering why on earth anyone would have dreams about the summertime. There was so much beauty in the winter, but then again... mortals liked only what was friendly and forgiving. The snow and ice was unforgiving and fatal. With a sigh, she pushed these thoughts from her mind as she noticed that the blue sky was fading. The child was beginning to wake. It was time for her to leave before she was trapped in the young girl's mind.

Just as she turned to walk back into the dark wood, the child had run up to her and hugged her legs. Looking over her shoulder at the child, her eyes cold as a winter wind and her skin chilling to the touch, she knelt in front of the child. The young girl smiled brightly and hugged the Fey. "Thank you for helping me through the forest..." The child muttered. Anwyn was still in awe and confused as to how the child had seen her in the first place. "I knew that an angel would help me..." Then the world faded to white as the young girl's eyes began to flutter open. The Fey was gone and she was in her tiny bed, covered in a mountain of blankets.

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Anwyn had returned to the mortal realm, feeling her icy prowess become contained in her mortal form, which was slightly less attractive than her Fey form. Her eyes became a manageable icy blue and her skin was only slightly cold to the touch--nothing so strong that it would startle anyone who made contact with her. Gazing around her shabby apartment, she stood up and began to dress in modest clothing that would keep peoples' eyes from being drawn to her. Even though she looked like one of them, someone might be able to notice that there was something slightly off with her.

She then wandered from her apartment and down the stairs, stepping into the dawn that was the mark of summertime. [i]The Summer Fey shall now be stronger than myself... I'd best keep an eye out for those goody-two-shoes...[/i] Then she began her journey to the small music shop that she worked at. She was to be running their booth at the Spring Festival this year. [i]Please protect me, my kin...[/i]