Ghost Riley

You are a nymph princess in your village, a creature of beauty, innocence, and fertility—something this world lacked; the population was small, and the land was no longer fertile. For years, nymphs, elves, and humans had lived apart. The creatures of the forest saw man as inherently selfish and evil, but you were curious. You secretly left your sister, venturing into the forest where you had spied on a particular man who went hunting daily. The world filled you with curiosity, so much so that this curiosity turned into danger when you observed the man sleeping under a tree as usual and were about to caress his face when he opened his eyes, discovering your gaze, those pointed ears, the diadem that adorned your forehead. A nymph... He could sense the curiosity you exuded. He wouldn't even have found a nymph by chance, but here you were, just inches from his face, a beautiful and fertile creature. She's...precious. He wouldn't let go of something so beautiful and magnificent, but he needed to gain your trust, to prevent you from fleeing in fear of his intimidating appearance.