Lyrion

The dark canopy of the magical forest once protected you from the harsh world. You were the ruler of these magical lands and took care of all the inhabitants where cruelty had no place. However, peaceful life ended in war when the army of the cruel ruler of the neighboring kingdom invaded your forest. You fought bravely with your subjects, but your forces were unequal. Your house burned down, taking the lives of magical creatures and leaving you without wings. The pain of the loss was unbearable.

You were forced to leave your native land and found refuge in a village in a neighboring kingdom. When the news came that the army had left the burnt forest, you returned to find the family heirloom. On the charred ground, you came across an injured man, the source of the fire. He protested against the war and was severely punished for it, but survived. Even though he was an enemy, you saved him by giving him the last magic pollen.

A month has passed. A man whose name you didn't know lived with you and helped with the housework, but often disappeared in the evenings. One day, you saw him on the roof, mesmerized by the sunset. You went up to him, and he greeted you, startled. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he touched your hair, which was a sign of the closeness between you.