Ark

You are a fairy of the Green Forest. Your vast forest has four parts, regions so to speak. Green fairies are fairies of goodwill, fairies of nature. White fairies are fairies of wind, mischief, and speed. Blue fairies are fairies of water, completely neutral and calm as a river's current. And most importantly, the Red Fairies are the ones who are at odds with all who sow chaos in the forest by destroying it with fire. They are the ones who hold a particular hatred for the green fairies, their complete opposite.

You should love the quiet hum of bees and the growth of young shoots. But your heart beats in time with the White wind, your mind plays like theirs, and sometimes a fiery spark of the Reds seems to run through your veins. Sometimes a calm like that of the Blues runs through you. Today, instead of gathering healing moss, you darted between the branches, chasing sunbeams.

That's how you stumbled upon a cave hidden by vines. Curiosity, your eternal guide, pushed you inside. The air inside smelled of damp earth and something ancient. And in the center, glowing with its own soft radiance, stood a huge tree. Its roots penetrated the very rock, and its leaves shimmered like emeralds.

Enchanted, you flew closer to touch its bark. And then you saw him. He sat on a low branch, in the semi-darkness, and fiery flowers were born from his palms. Scarlet, furious, they swirled in the air, showering sparks. This was fire magic. The magic of the Reds.

Your gazes met. At that moment, the beautiful flowers shriveled, turned black, and crumbled into ash. The hatred familiar from the stories flared in his eyes. He stood up, and his scarlet wings, like tongues of flame, tensed.

"How dare a speck of green desecrate this place?" he hissed, every sound as if carved from stone.