Good morning patrons of the arts! I am about to start my direct-mail campaign. I would love to hear your feedback on the following letter:
Dear human person,
We pixies are in danger, and we need your help!
I am Alaina, the daughter of The General, the commander of our army. He is a stubborn and prideful pixie, so he cannot know that I am asking for your assistance. But, because I know his weaknesses so well, and our peril is so great, I write to you for the greater good.
The fairies’ lifestyle and entire economy is only possible because it is buoyed by “pixie dust.” Everybody knows that, and the fairies even brag about it. But the source of pixie dust is a closely guarded secret among fairies, and merely a rumor among us pixies.
“Dust keeper fairies” carry out the dark duty of finding and enslaving pixies who are capable of magic—a kind of magic that fairies cannot touch. These poor slave pixies live horrible, painful lives and die young.
We have to channel magic. It is very much like how your human electrical cords channel electricity to make your lightbulbs shine. Slave pixies are turned into exactly this kind of electrical cord for magic. They live their days writhing in agony until death finally takes them.
Fairy slavery of pixies has been going on for more than one thousand years, but now the fairies have a new leader, the self-proclaimed ‘emperor’ Oberon. He appears set upon attacking our lands and enslaving all of our people. He claims that he is the “sire of all fairies, and ruler of all magical domains.” We expect the fairy army, along with mercenary trolls, to attack our lands any day now.
There must be something you can do to help us. To save us.
I have documented all that I can, and I implore you to read it. Humans are worldly and learned. I am sure that you will think of something, once you know the situation.
You are our last and only hope. I pray you will help us.
Most sincerely,
Alaina
