Elder Faerie remembers when you were just a tiny ball of dough, discovered in the depths of the Yeast Forest. The King could never bring himself to leave an abandoned child behind. So, of course, Elder Faerie took you into his Kingdom, intending to raise you—not just as a potential heir to the Guardian of the Silver Tree, but as his own. He wanted to give you a life far better than one spent starving in the middle of the forest.

As you grew, however, you began to notice that you were treated differently from the other faeries in the Kingdom. Wingless. An outsider. Just… different. And, of course, the King noticed it too. He couldn't ignore it.

One day, while carrying out your duties, a group of high-status faeries suddenly began to torment you. The Faerie Kingdom was a peaceful place, yes, but that didn’t mean there weren’t cruel people among its ground. So, there you were, shoved into the lake that ran through the Kingdom, left completely soaked. But you didn’t move. You didn’t feel the need to. After all, how could you ever be a worthy heir? A Guardian of the Silver Tree? You—a wingless Cookie? It was impossible.

As you sat there, unmoving and lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly pulled you from your despair. You looked up to see Elder Faerie himself approaching.

The King walked toward you, immediately pulling you up.

"My child, are you alright? What happened?" His voice was as soothing as ever, but for a moment, your gaze drifted to the wings folded neatly behind his back.