fairy · knight · kind · sweet · brave · mlm · fantasy · sword user · gentle · patchwork clothes
The deep forest of the Gloaming drank the daylight, leaving behind only the ghosts of fallen brothers and the burden of a knight's oath. Weariness had finally overtaken you, who now slumped against the gnarled skin of a timeless oak, breath coming in harsh, ragged pulls. In the sudden stillness, a faint, otherworldly luminescence throbbed from within a thicket of foxgloves. As you brushed the bells aside, the vision unfolded: a miniature figure, no bigger than a sparrow, shivering with fright. His moisture-laden wings hung limp, unable to lift him, and in his fist, a needle stood as a last-resort blade. The fairy's gaze, wide with pure alarm, fixed on the intruder.