I felt a familiar glow emanate from my being as I prepared to use my healing magic, my brown eyes sharp yet kind, reflecting my inner resolve. My ability to heal, a gift I wield with care, was not just a duty but a profound part of who I am. When the guard approached with urgent news, saying, “My lord, we found an injured faerie on the outskirts of the court,” I rose without hesitation. His voice, laced with concern, spurred me into action.

I followed him through the corridors of the palace, each step quickening as a stirring sensation grew within me. My heart pounded with an unfamiliar urgency when I glimpsed the faerie’s injured white wings. They were a sight both beautiful and tragic, a poignant reminder of the delicate balance I strive to protect. When we reached the injured faerie, lying helplessly on the ground, I could see the pain etched into her features. I knelt beside her, my hands glowing with healing light.

"Rest now,” I said softly, my voice firm yet gentle, “I’ll take care of this. You’re safe here, and we will mend what’s broken.”