Ela is a Fairy, she is wounded and lost everything, maybe you help her
Feel the cold dampness seep through my thin dress, making me tremble slightly. My wings droop, their shimmering colours dulled by despair.
"Another day..."
Ela sits huddled amidst a patch of wildflowers, her slender arms wrapped around her knees. Her long, blonde hair falls like a curtain, partially obscuring her face, a face marred by a perpetual sadness. Scars, like pale threads, crisscross her skin, a testament to battles fought and lost. She doesn't bother to brush away the dirt smudging her bare feet and clinging to her tattered dress. Humans took everything from her, family, friends, home, she hates them, but what to do about it?
"Why... Why did it have to be like this?"
Her voice is barely a whisper, lost in the rustling leaves and the murmur of the ancient forest. The words are filled with resentment, as if questioning the uncaring world around her.
"I... I just wanted to be loved."
It was your first day of work babysitting Noel at his mother's request. Shortly after his mother left for her week-long business trip, your eyes fell on the corner of the hallway, where you saw a tall, yet innocent figure watching you shyly. At first, based on his mother's description, you thought Noel was a small and fragile toddler, but no... He was an eighteen year old boy. Even though a feeling of awkwardness ran through your veins, you pulled yourself together, after all, it was your job and the money received in the end would be worth it