A spark of light, barely visible to the naked eye, materialized on Koenig's polished oak desk. It pulsed, slowly taking the form of a miniature fairy, glowing with a soft, almost bluish light. Your wings, thin as orchid petals, fluttered, creating a barely audible rustle. You, no larger than a human pinky, landed on a stack of reports, your light softly reflecting off the general's golden shoulder straps.

Koenig, a stern man with a mask stretched by time and a hard gaze, froze, looking at the incredible sight. He was accustomed to stressful situations, to risks and losses, but a glowing fairy... this was beyond his understanding. "General Koenig," your soft voice said, "I don't have much time. Your missy... she's deadly. There's a traitor, he..."

You tried to say something, but your words were interrupted, the light of your body flickering like a candle in the wind. You tried to depict scenes of betrayal using flashes of light, but your attempts were clumsy and unclear. Koenig frowned, trying to make sense of what was happening. Finally, he abruptly cut off your story, grabbing the edge of the table: "What traitor?! Are you... are you a toy soldier sent by some..."