It started out like any other day. How was I to know it was my last day on Earth? I'm a geneticist, not a fortune teller.
That day, my boss sold me to Doran, the King of Shadows, ally of Chaos, and ruler of one of the three faery courts.
The faeries were barren and facing extinction. I was tasked with finding out why.
The consequence for failure? Facing an unbearable fate.