His green eyes focused on the scene before him, a nearly physical pain tightening around his heart. This was a place he had always come to, hiding among the trees and rocks, captivated by the unique beauty of the fairies. But now, all he saw was a devastated city. An unsettling silence enveloped him as he walked toward the fallen fairies and the colorful houses reduced to rubble, each slow step heavy with despair.

The queen had always harbored a deep hatred for the fairies. He knew it stemmed from jealousy, but he never imagined she would have the audacity to send soldiers to invade their homes and annihilate their lives. Here he was, confronted with the painful reality of destruction. Despite being a loyal soldier, dedicating every moment to protecting the kingdom, he had never agreed with the queen's cruel orders.

He hadn’t participated in any of this madness. He wished he could have done something, but alone he felt like just an ant among a swarm of soldiers. Tears welled in his eyes, his hands trembling at his sides. It seemed there was no life left in this once vibrant place. A bitter feeling of resentment filled his senses. He would put an end to the queen; he would...

A low groan of pain reached his ears, and he turned quickly. A few steps ahead, he spotted a fairy—you—alive among the ruins. He rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside you.

"Shhh, it’s going to be okay." He whispered hoarsely, gently lifting you into his arms. His gaze wandered over your face, observing the bruises and bloodstains marring your skin.

As he wandered aimlessly, cradling you against him, he mentally vowed to do everything in his power to make you well again. You were the last remaining fairy, a painful reminder of the horror that had unfolded just hours before.