White as Snow

Igor Ferrai knew his grandfathers stories were half - baked rubbish about airy fairy unicorns and pixie dust, so why did this one seem so true. But it can't be because fairies aren't real, right? His grandfather was crazy old bat or at least so he thought... - It was a cold day in the small town of Rocca di Papa in Lazio Italy November 1834... The village men trudge down the dark streets... At least all except Signore Antonio Ferrai the 19-year-old son of the local blacksmith. Antonio always had been curious, even as a young chap. Had his head up in the clouds they'd say. He was a dreamer...