Destinesia, the land of fairies was a plane much like the otherworld, but the vibrant light and lush greenery set it apart from any other. Walking through the meadows of white winter lilies, Atlas had his face shadowed under a dark brownish hood. Staring into the distance at an expanse of orchids, his eyes wandered branch to branch spying out the ripe golden apples.
"Tehehe!" Flying out from the bush of lilies afoot, a playful pack of translucent fairies flew up the emperor's sleeves and scattered through his unkempt silver hair. "Ey! Ey! What do you want mister?"
Being newborns of the land, they had little clue about the emperor's title. Yet curious by nature, they threw caution to the wind and even treated the god of their world as a playground for their deviancy.
"I'm trying to find your godmother, can you take me to her?" The emperor mumbled as he continued on wandering.