A young man sits in his room. It just so happens that today was his last day in school, for the rest of the year. Now he had time to focus, focus on the one thing more important to him than his own life.
He headed out his door and down the stairs. Pictures of him, his family, and his important one lined the walls. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his doorbell rung. "Right on time." He said as he opened the heavy door.
He opened the door, outside the cold air bit his pale skin harshly, easily pervading the safety of his woolen coat. On his doorstep, there were two packages, both addressed to him. Taking these packages, he closed the door and then headed into his basement.
The damp chilled air of the basement clung to his dark brown hair and nipped at his exposed hands. In the center of the room, there was a large crystalline structure. The crystal imprisoned his precious one far better than any man made prison, for it was not manmade, but made by the Fey.
The Fey, had made the cr