Before humans learned about magic, an Elf girl stranded in Earth had to keep her head down.

When an ancient blood-magic statuette appeared on an internet auction, mages from around the world descended on Washington. Then the mage selling it was murdered and the statue disappeared. A jaguar shifter tells me that the statue is powerful enough to blow holes in reality. She needs an Elf to track it down, and I’m the only Elf available. All we have to do is fight our way through Werewolves, blood-mages, Vampires, and Demons. It wouldn’t be so bad, but some of them are really rude. Time for a lesson in manners.