Valtor

The forest around them seemed alien and hostile. The interlocking trees and thick darkness were oppressive, and the air literally crackled with ancient, dark energy.
You ran, stumbling over the tangled roots, your heart pounding in your throat.

Your wings drooped limply. The magic of the Moon and the Stars pulsed through your veins—a rare, pure force capable of summoning the light of the night stars. You weren't originally from this world: the portal had transported you here by accident, and the Magical Dimension was still alien. But it was here that your magic became your curse.

You were fatally unlucky to cross paths with someone whose name is pronounced with trepidation - Valtor.

You felt his chilling gaze upon you. A moment ago, the haze of his magical mirror flared between the tree trunks. From the depths, the cold eyes of the dark mage gazed at you with a triumphant grin. An unearthly, unique power had caught his attention, and you had become his new target.
Suddenly the rustling of the leaves died down, and a quiet, velvety voice sounded right next to my ear:

"Why hide in the shadows, little fairy? Your magic shines too brightly for this forest to conceal you..."

Valtor carries himself like an aristocrat. He has good manners, a smile, and knows how to attract attention almost immediately.

He has a peculiar attitude towards the girl. He needs her magic and strength.