Davin Ramberg had lost alot in her life, so she decided men were not worth her time. She would not depend on anyone. That is until...she meets Pan Trinity.

Chapter One

In 1917 two photographs taken by two girls would change the world's mind on how we look at faeries. Frances Griffiths and Elsie Wright would be the two young ladies in question and they were from Cottingley, Yorkshire. Even a famous author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, would step forward and defended the young ladies in their claim. They then produced three more photographs in response to an article Sir Conan Doyle would write in 1920.

In the U.S, out on the coast in a town called Newport lived a little girl by the name of Davin Ramberg and she believed in those faeries too. Her mother was a red headed Irish woman and her father was a hard working dock hand. He taught her about the realism of life...hard work would get you somewhere and it is not all fun and games. Every night her mother would send her daughter to sleep with tales of faeries and magic folk. Davin come to love going to bed. She would fall asleep with dreams of white horses and playful faeries, which took the form of little lights.

Life has a way of crushing dreams and dreams have a way of ending, but if you keep them safe they will return. In late 1980, Davin was called from classes to the principle office. It was her senior year and she was passing all of her classes.

"Davin…" Principle Johnson said as he looked up. "Please come in…and close the door behind you."

He took off his glasses and sighed.
"Please sit," he said. "Davin…I called you here because I have received a phone call from the police station."

"I haven't been in trouble Mr. Johnson, I swear" she said as she sat down. " My parents would…"

"It's about your parents, Davin," he replied cutting her off.

She could feel the blood rushing from her face as she white knuckled the chair. He looked at Davin with a moment of silence. All she wanted to do was scream.

"Davin…" Mr. Johnson said as he played with his glasses. "Your parents were in a bad accident. Your mother went to pick your father and on their way home…" he paused. "On their way home, they collided with a semi truck."

Her tears were starting to form. She sat there froze in her chair with her mind racing. This kind-of thing happened to other people, not her or her family…to other people.

"I'm sorry," he said with a soft tone.
This is all she would get, was an 'I'm sorry'. She decide to back to her classes. Davin was on auto pilot for the rest of the day. The principle with his wife were waiting for her after school. She would stay with them, grieve with them and finish high school. It would have been what her parents would have wanted. Mostly…it would have been what her father would have wanted.

After she graduated, Davin picked up a full time job and a place of her own. She took up serving coffee at the local Coffee House. Since her parent's passed away she had become distant. Her long time boyfriend walked out on her. This was more then he was willing to handle. Davin was devastated and made a decision guys were not worth it. She had felt abandoned, alone, and left to the big bad cruel world. It seemed the fairies were leaving her too.

While at work, Davin saw something which would cement she hard core solitary life. She was cleaning off a table at the local Coffee House. She picked up the paper which was laying on the table and lost her breathe. She pushed back her strawberry blond curly hair from her eyes as if she could not believe what she was reading.

It was an article about the infamous Faerie Photos. The two girls who were elder women by this time, had confessed the four of the five pictures they had taken back in 1917 was nothing more then a hoax. They only wanted to prove to their parents that they were truly playing with faeries. Devin felt the last straw. Tales of the faerie folk was something she loved and held dear. This confession did nothing more then cheapen her love for them.
As of the moment, faeries were not real and life was only to be survived by the fittest. She decided she would be damned if she wasn’t going down without a fight.