Moonlight now washed over the fading decadence of the palatial west wing; its incandescent rays illuminating the towering arches where tiny mystical fairy like creatures began to emerge out of the darkness, safe in the knowledge of the Basliks retreat.
The silvery rays of the moon gently caressed them, revealing them only to those chosen to see...
Hunk was one of these; he unwittingly carried the human genes of Isobelle De Witt Braden whose spirit now reigned over the magical fairyland in the wilderness of the once grand Braden estate.
For centuries, Queen Isobelle had sought the one who carried her clones mortal genes among the many brought to the thirteen demons of the third tower. And tonight Queen Isobelle had finally sensed one of her bloodline.
Queen Isobelle knew it was imperative that she intervene before the demons of the Tower took all humanity from the one who carried her genes and she'd instructed Weeny, her favorite Troll, to seek him out.
For many moons Queen Isobelle had witnessed the ritual performed by the demons on humanoids enslaving them to the Crines. Their numbers were growing and spreading she feared, far further than the town of Braden.
This knowledge weighed heavily upon Queen Isobelle, her powers of goodness had alerted her to the forces of evil gathering in the town of Braden. She feared these evil ones would use their powers to free Tuloosa, her bastardized son, from the spell that imprisoned him in the dark catacombs that lay under her once grand home.
This prospect terrified her; she feared Tuloosa would slaughter unmercifully the townspeople of Braden as he'd done with her centuries before.
To this day the spirit of Queen Isobelle hadn't forgiven her husband, William Braden for experimenting with her DNA. Merging it with that of the alien Sorcerer Sissnaska to create the monster that he'd called their son; had been, to her, an abomination!
And now with heavy heart, Queen Isebolle watched from afar as the cheeky Troll called Weeny vied with the pixies and Hobgoblins in her quest to seek out the one who carried her human genes.
It gladdened her to see that the troll's magic had brought her to the one called Hunk. She'd observed his delight at her fairylike subjects as they ran cheekily across his feet and the pleasure he'd gleaned from their company.
Queen Isebolle knew then that Hunk was a gentle soul, receptive to the powers of goodness. She could not let these traits be destroyed; as one who was above suspicion was needed among the Secret Society of Crines.
For many centuries Queen Isobelle had felt helpless as she'd watched, first her son James, and then his descendants betray humanity. Now at last she saw her chance to make amends for the sins of her son.
Once Hunk was brought to her she could reveal herself and lay her hand upon his, forever transferring the power of her thoughts to him. Enhancing his goodness would protect his genetic link to her from being destroyed. And one day when she knew that her trust in him had been vindicated she would reveal to him his true ancestry.
Unaware of his importance to Queen Isobelle, Hunk enraptured, pranced about trying to participate in these mystical creatures games. While Pudge and the rest of his gang oblivious to their presence, thought he'd gone crazy!
Captivated, Hunk ignored Swasie's command to return as he was lured into the woods by these magical creatures. Through the long grass Hunk ran, following their twinkling trail. The tiny creatures flying above sprinkled magic dust from their gossamer wings over him as they sang their sweet song.