Monday, September 8th-America, Fairyville?

Isabelle darted through the trees; she was a single glowing speck that flashed by in a blur. She was off to the Garden; one of the last secret hideouts of the fairy-folk in the Western World.  She had to be quick, and she had to be careful; humans were steadily developing the woods around the Garden, and it would not be long until the safe-haven itself was breached. Isabelle tried her best not to think about the future in that aspect.
When she was young, there were very few humans in these mountains. Those that did openly knew about the existence of fairies, and both peoples had a healthy respect for each other. The humans would hunt and live peacefully in the woods, and the fairies would simply keep out of their way. But then, the invaders came, from a far distant world across the great sea. They fought the native humans, driving them off, and proceeded to cut down the forests and digging up the mountains for coal. The fairies began to lose their homes and lives, so they decided, as the last great alliance of Fairy-folk in their ancient capital of Ssenva, to fight back. Fairies, being only a few inches tall, could not physically combat the invaders. But they could attempt to drive them mad. If they found any invaders they found on the frontier, they would steal their gold, pinch them in their sleep, and cause all amounts of mischief until the invaders would leave.
It did not take long for these invading humans to strike back. Fairies were hunted in the night, found by their unmistakable glow. Those who were captured would be placed in glass jars and were used as lights, or were forced to turn dust into gold, as these fairies were able to do. The greatest blow fell when Ssenva, housed in a small grove of huge trees high in the mountains, were sought and cut down. After that, the remaining fairy-folk fled to separate hideouts, as far from the invaders as they could get.
But now, over 300 years later, there were very few fairies that still remembered the golden days of their race. Those who were alive in those days, fairies such as Isabelle, were often the leaders in the local havens. Isabelle was in charge of the Garden, and it was one of three hideouts were the fairies still fought on against the invaders.
Isabelle reached the Garden; it was a hidden pool and waterfall deep in the woods, a place that no humans had ever set foot in. There, over a hundred other fairies met with her, and they all gathered on top of the large stone that sat in the middle of the pool. There, in the growing dusk, they each told of their actions against the invaders. They would stall the humans' traveling machines, pull plugs out of walls and houses, knock down telephone poles (this was a mighty effort that required many of the fairy-folk), and taking many of the humans communication devices and other small items and dropping them into the rivers. Though this annoyed their targets greatly, the humans had forgotten entirely about the fairies that still lived in their lands; they believed that all of these misfortunes were all human errors, and had nothing to do with small, flying pixies. Being forgotten did not truly bother Isabelle and her remaining fairies at the Garden, but they were endlessly frustrated that despite their best efforts, they could not force the invaders out of their lands. All they could do was make the humans' lives miserable, and they were going to strive to do that until the time of the fairy-folk was at an end.