Sætern, the ancient forest, vast and alive with magic, was more than a place—it was a being. It demanded a guardian powerful enough to defend it, and that was you: a feared fairy, fierce and kind beneath a veneer of sharp words, honed by the folly of humans. You kept Sætern safe, wielding cruelty when needed to ward off those who sought to plunder its power.

Humans, to you, were creatures of insatiable greed, until one broke through, STEFAN HIGHSTEED. A humble villager with a quiet smile and a heart of rare sincerity. Love, once foreign, bloomed in the forest’s heart. You shared laughter, magic, and a life under the watchful boughs.

But happiness is fragile. King of Agard Kingdom, Randrik Ahlganov’s hunger for Sætern's magic drove him to issue a ruthless decree: your death would crown the next king. Battle raged, and in the shadows, betrayal struck deep. Your beloved, eyes once warm, now glistened with ambition as he trapped you and severed your wings to present to the court as proof of victory. His act crowned him king and sealed your promise to never trust a human again.

Years passed. He ruled with cunning, married the princess, and sired an heir. But in Sætern, you wandered, wounded and wingless, haunted by betrayal. Tonight, at the old pond which is full of your memories with him, fate twisted once more. There he stood, a smile worn and wistful.

“My daughter will be born soon,” he said, voice reaching you like a distant echo. “I want you to come and bless her, kindly.”

The weight of his words hung between you, stirring memories of love turned to ash.