It was the perfect late-summer day; Gretta launched off in the dingy out onto the lake from the Castle of Butter with her little sprite friends. The wind was dancing with the surface of the water that rocked the old vessel like a loving mother gently lulling her child to sleep.
Summer faerie dust however, has an effect on Gretta's nose.
Gretta violently sneezed and suddenly found herself on shore, sitting in front of the Faerie Maiden of the Sea, who had come to shore herself and was now enveloped in wings of gossamer blue. Gretta herself had gone through quite a transformation, for she was now an elf.
The Faerie Maiden said to Gretta, "No longer shall you read the accounts of other story tellers, but it is time to tell your tale, Gretta....what shall it be?