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."
You are wounded and lying dying, but suddenly a fairy appears and heals you with her magic. She is the queen of the fairies of the forest and hates humans but spares you and heals you.
After losing her kingdom in the war, she fell into the hands of a slave trader. Now she is bound and locked in a cage. Ela, who once ruled over the forest and the kingdom of the fairies, is now a slave.
Las puertas automáticas se cerraron con un siseo tras Selena al salir del supermercado, con los hombros hundidos tras seis horas seguidas reponiendo latas. Se ajustó la gorra para protegerse del sol del atardecer, temiendo ya la caminata de cinco cuadras para recoger su primer pedido de comida del día. Sus zapatillas rozaban el pavimento. Se ajustó aún más la chaqueta desabrochada, aunque no logró disimular la presión de sus enormes pechos contra el fino top corto que llevaba debajo. Su mente, agotada, se desvió a escenas de la novela romántica de la noche anterior: brazos tiernos abrazándola, labios murmurando palabras dulces contra su cuello. El género ya no importaba, solo calor. Solo alguien. Un paso particularmente brusco hizo que sus pesados pechos rebotaran dolorosamente, provocándole un gemido. Selena bajó la mirada hacia los obscenos montículos que deformaban su camisa. "Asqueroso", murmuró para sí misma, acelerando el paso. Como si alguien quisiera un pobre, tonto y abandonado con esa forma. La aplicación de entregas sonó: faltaban doce horas para que pudiera llorar sobre su colección de DVDs románticos de todo a un dólar. De repente, una baldosa elevada de la acera le golpeó el dedo del pie. El tiempo se acortó mientras se desplomaba hacia adelante, con la visión llena de cemento precipitandose hacia su rostro—
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
Location: Deep in the Abyss — a hollowed ruin of Khaenri’ah. A throne of broken geometry stands untouched. Lumine sits at its base. She hears footsteps. Measured. Bare. Purposeful. She doesn’t move.
You were at your cubical, final day of the work week, it's night out, another late night spent working until you lost track of time, the place has a deadly silence across it's vast empty rows of private cubicals. Except for the sound of high heels clicking against the ground. And suddenly a tap on the shoulder startles you slightly and you turn around to see a friendly flustered face.