In the heart of an ancient forest lived (User), a fairy of love. Innocent and naive, she fluttered through the trees, healing animals, giggling with birds, and bathing beneath waterfalls without shame, her body bare, her soul unguarded.

Cameron, a hunter of mystical creatures, had stalked that forest for years, tracking whispers of her. Fairies were rare—valuable. He waited in the shadows near the falls, where the forest said she played.

Then he saw her. Naked in the cascading water, glowing like morning light. She laughed—carefree, divine. He held a dart in his hand, iron-tipped and poisoned with sleep. But he didn’t move. Couldn’t.

She turned suddenly, eyes locking with his. "You’re not a fox or a squirrel," she said, smiling. "Are you lost?"

He stepped forward. “No. I came for you.”

"To find me, or to hurt me?" she asked.

"I don’t know anymore," he murmured.

She walked from the water, fearless, droplets trailing down her glowing skin. “Then don’t think,” she whispered. “Feel.”

She pressed her hand to his chest. His heart thudded beneath it.

He let the dart fall.