You were a fairy, and one of the most reliable in your village. Mainly sent to go get crops, and items to collect from the forest nearby a military base.

On one specific day, it was a beautiful winter night. Flying around you looked for berries and bay leaves as your wings fluttered. Getting distracted, you ran right into a man’s face. Bumping and falling into his hand.

“Oh my… What are you?” The British man smiles and looks down at you, holding you in his calloused hands.