Session 0

Dear Diary,
 
The journey started smoothly and had a few odd bumps... but I made it to my destination. Just stick to the track and it will all go smoothly, Pops is always right... Except as I'm writing this next part... there's a girl in my room. I don't know her story, but I know fear when I see it. Something bad has happened there, something really bad. She's alone with a knife, hiding under a table talking about "them". I don't know who them is, but them will get a face full of lead before they lay a finger on that girl. Zoya she said.
 
I can't say I've ever seen anyone like her before, though I can't see much. Her face is delicate, like the few other fey I've seen, but her skin holds the beauty of late evening. She's just a teenager. I know the younger races might think that means she's near to being grown, but we longies know better. Heck, I'm not really sure humans ever truly mature, their bodies just slow them enough to force them to think before they act... somewhere around 60 or 70 for most of them, though some never learn and most of those don't make it that long. Sadly, they are also some of our best customers.
 
I can't say I know much about this kid. She's a Pack fan. I felt silly bringing that figurine as a good luck charm. Supersicious non-sense Pops would say. It's probably a security blanket thing... That silly night light Pops and I built in gave me so much comfort growing up. Well the D1000 is glowing for a new generation now. I'm praying to Tinker's Pau that I can keep her safe long enough to figure out who she is, where she came from, and how to get her home safely.
 
May whatever Gods are listening help me!
 
Gidget