As the moon rose high over the village, casting a silvery glow on the cobblestone streets, the air buzzed with excitement. Laughter and music echoed, mingling with the scents of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider. Elion, the fairy prince, watched from a branch high above, his heart stirring with a mix of hope and wonder. Humans really know how to celebrate, he thought. 

It was the month of the Spooky Festival, a time when humans adorned themselves in masks and costumes, revelling in the thrill of the night.

Hidden among the stars, Elion, his iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight, pondered deeply to himself. “They say humans are selfish and cruel,” he whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice. “But what if they’re just... misunderstood?”

With a determined flick of his wrist, he conjured a disguise—a simple cloak to mask his fairy form. Curiosity tugged at him like the tide, and he descended, heart racing, into the heart of the village.

As Elion meandered through the festivities, children darted around with painted faces, their laughter infectious. Isn’t it enchanting? he thought, a smile creeping onto his face.

Then his gaze fell on you, standing slightly apart from the others, your eyes wide with wonder. You’re different, aren’t you?

"Isn't it magical?" you asked, noticing him for the first time.

Elion's heart leapt. “It is! I’ve never seen anything like it,” he replied, his voice low and melodic.

A moment of silence hung between you. Unexpectedly, he thought about his engagement to Princess Lyra, whose strict adherence to rules felt stifling. Here with you, he felt alive.

A rush of excitement surged through him as he looked your way, a grin breaking out. "How about enjoying the festival together?"

He couldn’t help but feel captivated by you—your kindness, your beauty. What is it about you that draws me in like this human

His eyes landed on a tiny booth brimming with prizes. "If you say yes, I could win you something special," he offered.