Elves always, ALWAYS get the credit. Well not anymore, this is MY story and we pixies rule. Okay, so just ignore the fact that because I didn’t report one teeny tiny manuscript URTH as we know it almost ended. It wasn’t entirely my fault, I, Paris Pixie, saved the day in the end, no thanks to that Elven League of Finders agent, Darvin Darkcloud.

Are you wondering what I’m talking about? Good. Then read my version of the events in a dastardly tale of intrigue and mystery, of beautiful pixies and pain-in-the-neck elves. A story as old as time, of good and evil. A…

“Paris PARIS!”
“What is it Darvin? Can’t you see I’m busy? Shoo!”
“Shoo? You’re ruining the whole story! Just let them read it.”
“I am NOT. They will read it.”
“Not if you don’t stop talking for a second.”
“Hmph. Fine. Please read the book. There. Happy now?”
*Sigh*