This scrap of paper in my large hand shouldn't feel so heavy, but it does. I crunch it a bit within my palm as I stare intently into the cavity of the famous Treasure Giving Tree. My friends all have testimonies of their own concerning its amazing ability. They told me to give it a secret, and it's supposed to give me a treasure.

When I first heard of this welcomed oddity, I knew I had to see it myself. I am an oddity too, but the only difference is that I'm an unwelcomed one. My sight is haunted with the gift of seeing things or beings that most know as fairies or nymphs. When I was younger, I used to tell others about them, which led to so much pain. Now I'm older, and I don't tell anyone anymore.

My friend's dare has little to do with trying it out myself. I'm here mainly because I just want to tell anyone- or in this case anything- my secret. Only I'm hesitating due to the void and the doom it pours into me.

I gotta say the tree looks different up close. From afar, its trunk is a normal dull brown, but up close, it's black with gold embedded threads running up its trunk. The wind is blowing hard, yet its red leaves are not moving at all. The day's bleak weather is surrounding us, and that bleakness strengthens the aura of the unknown and unpredictable coming off the tree. I feel it's something out of the norm, and I shouldn't put this secret into that ominous hole.

Despite the bad feeling, I throw the secret into the trunk anyway. That being done, I step out of its shade, and now the tree looks different again. It has gone back to looking a dull brown, and its red leaves are actually swaying with the breeze. Some of them are even falling as they should since it's Autumn.

How strange?

I step back into its shade with a hop, and now I'm face to face with the hole. Suddenly, with speed too inhumanely quick, two hands grab me and pull me in. I find myself falling, and I'm falling against what seems like a miniature galaxy backdrop. Five minutes later, I row out of the tree trunk onto green grass and stop before the feet of a strange, pointed ear girl staring at me mischievously.

"I've been looking for you, Andrew Clemmens. Why did you take so long to tell me your secret?" The girl seems quite miffed.

Before I answer, she continues speaking, "Don't worry about it. Anyways, welcome to your Kingdom," she gestures around us.

"The Kingdom of the Spring Court. Now get up," she bends down and offers her hand, "we have to leave before the ice idiots of the Winter Court come to kill you.".

My head feels funny. Yeah, something tells me the tree is a total rip-off... Suddenly all goes dark.