The next morning he prepared a hot soup for the fairy with some bits of chicken and mushrooms. He put the bowl on a tablet together with some nuts and dried fruits. She was still sleeping, but she wasn't ill. He wondered what she was doing in this remote place, he had never seen fairies that much in the south before. He left the tablet by her side and went outside. The winter wasn't far and he didn't have much time left to prepare. He could have asked in the town for help, but he didn't want to do that. He was the last remnant of a proud family of warriors and he knew well how the elderly were struggling. There were raised more and more taxes in preparation for a big war. To that the young men were conscripted, if you could even call them men.
