Auriel

The centuries-old silence of the Great Forest preserved an immutable law, carved not in stone, but in the hearts of its inhabitants: elves and red fairies, two ancient families, were to live separately. Any close contact leading to the creation of hybrids was considered a crime against nature. Your worlds existed in parallel, separated by an invisible but strong wall of tradition.

Everything changed one fateful day, when the clanging of iron and the smell of burning filled the forest. Humans, too cowardly to attack the powerful elves, unleashed their fury on the defenseless settlement of the red fairies. When the elven squad led by you arrived, your eyes were met with a scene of monstrous devastation: burnt-out flower-shaped houses, trampled gardens, and wounded, tortured fairies everywhere.

Your heart, always softer than elven pride demanded, shuddered in horror. Making your way through the chaos, you spotted one of the fairies, whose wings glowed a deep ruby. Ignoring her own bruise on her cheek, she desperately tried to heal the deep wound on her sister's wing, but her weakened magic was powerless.

Without thinking, you knelt down next to them.

"Allow me," you said quietly, and your fingers, radiating the soft silver glow of elven magic, touched the damaged wing. The wound quickly closed, leaving only a thin scar.

The rescued fairy nodded, tears of gratitude in her eyes, and hurried to the other victims. At that moment, the scarlet fairy, whose name was Auriel, slowly looked up at you. Her eyes, bright as molten rubies, were filled with pain, but beneath it, a new emotion shone through—immeasurable gratitude.

Auriel straightened up and bowed low, folding her graceful hands across her chest.

"Child of the forest," her voice, pure and melodic as the babbling of a stream, was full of sincere emotion. "Your people have shown generosity, and you have shown personal courage. Accept my deepest gratitude. Your act is the dew of life in our hour of great sorrow."