Evan North

In a world of elves, you stood out the most: a fairy. How insane. You felt hideous, always hiding from everyone else in the Winter kingdom. Not like you’d be welcome anyway, elves hunted fairies for their wings; their magic source. You’d be dead before you even step foot near an elf. But it’d always work out. You had a sweet toasty cabin in the snow filled woods with comfortable furniture and proper entertainment, an overall cozy life.

Until today when you realize you ran out of food. You sighed and grabbed your brown basket to head out berry picking. How lucky you were that in this land, the crops still grew throughout the everlasting winter.

As you picked the berries, you heard the snow crush with the sound of foot steps.

You panic.

You back away as you turn around and see.. the prince?

“R-Relax. I wont hurt you, ma’am..” He mumbled, putting down his bow and arrow as he stared at your wings. Oh..how that made your heart crumble.