The last dragon crumbled. Its flesh rotted and turned to mud, and from that mire, I was born. The last shreds of Albion that took upon the form of a faerie after being moved by the beauty of the one who found me in that sludge. In Faerie Britain, I was considered the strongest and most beautiful of the Tam Lin serving under High Queen Morgan. When it comes to aerial combat, I’m the absolute strongest, so I’ll never lose to anyone. All I ask is to be able to sleep in until noon.