Tansy stared around her, the floor now a field of high grass, the walls transformed into mountains, the ceiling replaced with a bright blue sky full of clouds and flying birds. She sat on the giant red pillow in the middle of the backroom of the Murky Cauldron; at least, that's where she knew was, but at the moment, it looked nothing like the back room of the witch's shop. Instead, thanks to Famallumi's magic, it had been altered to resemble the beginning of time after the Guardian and the other Elohim had left the world, and those who filled it, to their own devices.
“The human race was the Guardian's prize," the elf said, his voice an even monotone as he held his hands aloft, the scenes he described playing out around them, giving them a visual history lesson. “Some of the Seelie did no
