Oona discovers more than she bargained for

The glade was clearly ancient. Oona could feel the dark energy emanating from it. Here and there, stone pillars rose from the ground, their surfaces covered in arcane writing. At the very center of the glade, Oona saw a massive slab of black marble - an altar. It was from that center area that the mysterious glow was coming from. Oona gazed at this section of the glade and let her eyes adjust. As her vision clarified, her heart skipped a beat. She saw not one, but two dusk pearls! Both pearls were nearly the size of Oona's head and glowed a strange, unique purple color. The rarity of these jewels was incalculable.

"They're perfect!" The little fairly exclaimed.

Now all Oona had to do was take the dusk pearls and receive her glory! It seemed easy, but the fairy felt a strange and threatening aura around her that gave her pause. She would need to be careful here.

Moving silently, Oona fluttered into the air and landed softly close to the altar. The feeling of being watched was stronger than ever. To play it safe, she drew her crystal dagger and held it at the ready. With utmost caution, Oona took a closer look around at the glade, specifically the altar. Sitting on the grand slab of marble was a massive, shadowy figure. Ice cold fear pulsed through Oona's veins. By the gods, had she walked into a trap?

Oona sat still and waited for the monstrous bulk to get up and attack, but it never moved. Eventually, a stray moonbeam touched the shadowy figure's body and Oona saw why.

"It's a corpse!" she whispered.

The dead body had been mummified by some unknown process. Oona could make out a skeletal face with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Massive rams horns jutted from the skull. Shriveled, dried skin clung to a massive skeleton. The most disturbing part however, was what sat between the corpse's sprawled legs. Oona blushed as her eyes fell on the creature's dessicated manhood.

Oona had only ever caught quick glimpses of the prick's of fairy men, but she recognized the shape. The distinctive mushroom-like shaft and dangling man-plums.

The fairy folk were a delicate race, being shorter on average than the humans and elves to the north and south. As such, fairy men were not known for the size of their pricks or their plums. As such, the sight of the mummified creature's manhood shocked Oona. Even shriveled as it was, the beast's shaft was many times bigger than any fairy man's rod.

Suddenly, one of Polly's stories crossed Oona's mind, filling the young fairy's mind with terror.

The Dark Wood was once a healthy patch of wilds. Then, after a cataclysmic battle between Heaven and Hell, it became the final resting place of one of the wicked demonic generals. This beast, named Narok, was the general of lust and debauchery. It was said that Narok could corrupt entire legions of lower angels. Thousands of human and elven women became tainted by his vile and wicked seed. However, like all other generals of Hell, Narok fell. His body was destroyed and cast into the wilds that would become the Dark Wood. Even as the demon's consciousness died, his wicked essence apparently lived on, spreading evil into the soil. Corrupt and wicked growth spread like wildfire, creating the Dark Wood.

"Narok," Oona whispered.

She had discovered the source of the corruption of the Dark Wood. By the gods, she was in greater danger than she realized.

"Focus, Oona," the fairy whispered to herself. "You have a mission. That demon is long dead!"

Oona took a deep breath and fluttered over to the first dusk pearl. She still could not believe how big it was! She wasn't sure she could carry more than one, especially since dusk pearls were known to be quite heavy.

With a gentle heft, Oona lifted the first dusk pearl. Yup, it was very heavy. Thankfully, the mission only required one of these things.

"Okay, mission accomplished!" Oona said with glee.

As soon as Oona said this, she regretted it. All around her came the sounds of the earth ripping open. Oona looked up and saw that monstrous vines the size of small tree trunks were now wiggling through the air, their tips aimed at her. The forest was going to protect its treasure.