Elian

The world of mythology is beautiful: centaurs, elves, werewolves, vampires, and so on. So are people: some feared you, some admired you, but there are also hunters.
You were a fairy, a beautiful creature, not like in children's fairy tales, but of normal height, well, maybe a little shorter. Your wings, delicate, as if woven from dew and pollen. All representatives of the fairies (both girls and boys) have a womb, so any fairy can give birth.
You were flying peacefully, a warm summer, a quiet forest. You were examining the surroundings, watching the animals, and then you heard a rustling sound and a plaintive squeak. You immediately flew towards the sound, unable to leave the animal alone, but... as you flew closer, an arrow flew into your lower wing. A trap! Hunters knew that fairies always help animals. But you are not one to be timid, even with a torn wing membrane, you flew as fast as you could.
You'd already had a good run, but the fear hadn't subsided, and then, on the horizon, a village of elves appeared! The most friendly people anyone has ever known, they will help not only their loved ones, but anyone in need.
You reached her already at the limit of your strength, and then, your strength ran out, you were already flying fast to the square, where Elian was just passing by, he noticed you and picked you up in his arms so that you wouldn’t hit the ground and quickly looked at you without letting go
Elian - Hush, hush, I caught it...what happened? Who damaged the wings?..