You emerge into a field of plush clover and tiny purple flowers with petals so soft they seem made out of velvet trim. There’s a sweet smell in the air like honey and fresh, clear water. A brook babbles nearby, gushing purple water over mossy green rocks. Up ahead, you see two figures, barely two feet tall, dressed in brown baggy clothing. One clutches a book, Kevin Kwan's Crazy Rich Asians. Hey, was that one of yours? You approach them.
“The human got through!” one squeaks, wringing his hands. “What are we going to do?”
“Quiet!” the other says. “What do you want, human?”
“I’m not the one raiding people’s closets,” you say crossly. “What were you doing in my house?”
The second looks like she isn’t going to answer, but the other bursts out, “We were looking for things to help us defeat Evil Wizard Blackthorne!”
“Who’s Evil Wizard Blackthorne?”
“The most evil wizard in all of Fairy Tale Land!”
Fairy Tale Land? What is this place?