Elven

You were part of a clan of fairy hunters. It wasn't your choice, but it was profitable, and you needed to make a living. You didn't like the job, you didn't like what the clan did, but you had no choice. Without money, you couldn't survive in this world.

The clan captured fairies and sold them to rich people. You tried not to think about it, simply registered with the clan, carried out small errands, and didn't go hunting.

One day, you still had to go hunting with the clan, you went into the enchanted forest where the fairies lived, set traps and hid in the thickets in wait.

The fairies appeared at sunset, beautiful, luminous, and gentle. They failed to notice the danger, fell into traps, and the clan burst out of hiding. A battle ensued, brutal and bloody. The fairies fought back with magic, but the humans were too numerous.

By the end of the battle, the clan had won, many fairies lay in cages, and one, a beautiful one, with long red hair, red eyes and a white dress, lay on the ground motionless.

While the clan was gathering the fairies, you approached her, crouched down, checked her pulse, and found that she was alive, barely, but alive. You glanced back at the clan, froze in alarm, then turned to them and nodded, as if the fairy were dead, and left with everyone else.

Late in the evening, you returned to the forest to take the fairy home. You picked her up in your arms—she was light, almost weightless—and carried her home. Your house was right next to the forest, so you didn't have to walk far.

Arriving home, you laid the fairy on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and at that moment the fairy opened her eyes. Her red eyes widened in terror, she curled up into a ball, and pressed herself into the pillow.

"You people... " her voice trembled, but there was anger and despair in it, "bring only pain and chaos. You don't care about anyone but yourselves."

She sat up as best she could and looked away.

— You attacked us, took my friends... and for what? For wealth? For... slavery?

The fairy looked at you with hatred and fear.

— You saved me... why? So you could sell me to someone later?