this was a little painting I did with a small story with it.
Over the years before humans came there were small springs that soothed the pain of the creatures we know as Fairies. Each spring they grew up in had a steam that would calm those that were frustrated, stressed, etc. But as the years progressed and life started to change the habitat of the Fairies has been disrupted by: dinosaurs within the dino ages, other predator-like animals drinking from their springs tainting the waters. Their habitat has been dying off fast from these casualties but the worst one effected almost all of them: Humans raging war. Their advanced technology of tanks, suits, and weapons has depleted all but one spring that barely survived with the youngest fairy in it. She now defends her home with her life as if her fallen family still lives.