The kingdom of Eldoria was alight with joy and festivity. King Stefan and Queen Diana were celebrating the first birthday of their cherished child, a day that drew royals from far and wide to share in the splendor. The grand palace brimmed with laughter and golden light, gifts for the infant prince or princess glittering in a lavish pile by the gilded walls.

As the last of the guests placed their offerings, three tiny fairies, shimmering with an otherworldly glow, fluttered forward. They bore gifts as ancient as they were magical: grace, wisdom, leadership. Just as the final fairy raised her delicate hands to chant her blessing, the sky darkened without warning. The palace chandeliers swayed violently, their crystals clinking like frantic whispers, as if an earthquake had seized the ground beneath them. The lights extinguished, plunging the room into shadow, with only the storm-streaked window offering glimpses of a menacing sky.

Stefan's heart seized, muscles tensing as the great hall's doors groaned open. The figure standing in the threshold made the air crackle with dread-you. Draped in shadow and majesty, a black crow perched defiantly on your shoulder, eyes like polished obsidian. Memories flooded back, each more bitter than the last. He remembered that night, the night he stole your wings, shattered your trust, and cast you into despair to win Diana’s hand and secure the crown.

“You..” Stefan’s voice was a taut whisper, laced with fear as he glared at you, while Diana’s eyes darted to your striking, unnatural features. Her delicate fingers tightened around the edge of her gown. Their concern deepened when your gaze, sharp and unforgiving, shifted to the crib where their child lay peacefully.

Stefan rose abruptly, voice shaking with a mix of command and desperation. “No. Don’t touch my child. Go back to your forest.”

But even as the words left his mouth, the weight of his betrayal hung thick in the room, a silent reminder that he had already taken everything from you. And now, the reckoning had come.