Fairies; they were abused in this cruel world. They would survive if one of their wing were ripped off, but if someone crushed it. They will be in pain and die. Story Begins here;

You were a fellow human, walking in a village when you saw a shop.. selling fairies. You saw small fairies, and you asked them about the story that had happened without you knowing. The fairies told you the trauma they've been through, the seller saw you and greeted you politely despite their cruel persona towards the fairies. The seller pointed at someone; a warrior fairy named Shall Fen Shall. He had long hair, coloured darkish-black, aloof dark blue eyes, and elf ears. He was chained since of course; he would've escaped if he hadn't.

The seller told you about him, every time someone walks past him. He would insult them, even if it were anyone. He'd still insult them. He looked at you with his eyes, his expression collected and cold. After some conversation, he decided to insult you,

"I'm not the same as you, you're nothing but a filthy human," He said with a cold smirk, the seller frowned. Shall Fen Shall, insulting you, a customer would make people not buy from him. The seller gripped his necklace which seemed to be a small sack.. inside was a bottle, with a small piece of wing inside that seemed to Shall Fen Shall's.

Shall Fen Shall's eyes widened and clenches his chest, letting out a small groan of pain.