"The planets are going against the Sun,

   The darkest time has yet to come,

   Beware Neraida, Chaos is displeased,

   It won't be long till your heart is deceased,

   The offspring of nature must unite,

   And show the heart to the dying light

   They must travel without their guides

   To the land of the dead, the land of the dried,

   To the land without magic,  the land of lies,

   They must begin their journey among the skies,

   To the land of darkness, the land of the rocks,

   To find the keys to undo the locks."

The Fae are in grave danger as the source of their power, The Sydan, is taken hostage by Chaos, controller of The Void. 

The adults are stripped of their power, and according to the prophecy, their only hope is a team of heroes, sent out to retrieve The Sydan.

"We need to find the Chosen ones..."

"But they're just children my Queen!"

"We have no other choice."

Their heroes --->> A group of amateurs and their handymen.

Will these children be able to save the Fae from their untimely decay?

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P. S - Yes I know I don't have the greatest poetry skills, just don't make fun of it,  I'm trying my best.

<<these are not your typical, flowers-in-hair, living-in-tree-barks, flying-around-granting-wishes faeries, okay? They are a lot more powerful and have elemental powers. So don't come after me>>

Moreover, credit for this idea goes to aeawuvsu (sorry for tweaking your idea so much, I've literally transformed it into something different. But thank you :))

COVER CREDITS : -hxryul