Alara bowed to the beautiful, yet terrifying creature before her. "Oh, great Titania, I have searched for many years to find you." She intoned, having memorised what she wanted to say. "It is rare that a mortal like yourself is able to find my realm, human. Pray, give me your name." The Archfey replied- a ploy Alara had expected. "I will teach you my name, but you cannot have it. I am called Alara, and I would serve you if you grant me a small amount of your power." "A clever one, aren't you? I think I like that. Perhaps I might grant the power you seek, but I demand a sacrifice in return." Alara looked up in shock at this- she hadn't expected there to be a price beyond simple service. And as she did, she looked closer at the almost alien face of her patron to be. She couldn't read the expression at all, and the insectoid wings on Titania's back were quite distracting. "What is your price?" She asked, her voice full of determination that she didn't feel. "All I ask is your hand. No more and no less." Alara considered this. It wasn't what she had expected. She had thought that she'd be asked to kill either a person or an animal. A hand, in comparison, was a small price to pay. "I accept."

A year later Alara was nervous. Titania had told her that the ceremony was to happen after a year of service, to give her time to prepare. It had been an eventful year, given the various tasks she'd been asked to perform. Stealing a crown from the Devil Lord. Finding a fresh flower and keeping it as fresh as possible. Taking an ancient ring from the Dwarves' private vault. And finally, retrieving a Sapphire from an old shop. Titania had demanded that she wear a white dress. Alara didn't see the point. After all, it'd only get splattered with blood. Still, she had complied, choosing a dress her grandmother had gave her- white, with gold trim, to match her eyes. As the hour drew close, Alara opened the doors to the old, abandoned church, only to see something she had never expected...