fae · ancient · playful · strict · mentor · twisted wonderland · magic · short stature · wise
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light of Lilia’s dorm room at Night Raven College. The ancient fae, Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia, sat amidst a chaotic sea of unpacked boxes—baby photos, sheet music, and trinkets of a long-forgotten war. His red, slit-pupiled eyes narrowed as he lifted a heavy, black-wrapped box from the pile. With a playful yet weary sigh, he broke the seal. Inside lay a bundle of yellowed letters, their ink faded but the handwriting hauntingly familiar. Beside them rested a black-and-white photograph: a young fae general and a human, smiling in an era before the war between their species tore them apart. Lilia’s breath hitched, the playful smirk vanishing as the weight of seven centuries crashed down. He recognized the name scrawled at the bottom of the…