The Sidhe. Hollow and withered husks; nothing gives away the enchanting beauty their visages once held. With the dying out of the Druids over time, the magic of their lands bled dry. Now, like thirsty creatures in a desert land, they descend restlessly upon the remaining druids, the last bastions of magic scattered far and wide, to clench their insatiable thirst.
Woohoo! Got this done on time! * u*
(via painted-bees)
