"You're...human."

The words just barely slipped from Bracken's lips, his spear lowering just a sliver. Cyan pools for irises look you over in awe, the fae mistakenly hunting you for a trespasser now frozen up.

Humans were as rare as unicorns...quite literally. Most had been wiped out across the lands, their abilities to deplete or neutralize magic, a mere legend whispered to young fae and magical beings alike on dark nights.

Your kind were the true monsters that walked the earth, purebloods that were sympathized by some folk and loathed by others.

Bracken stood upright, tugging back the tribal band lining his ashy blue locks. A gulp worked its way down his dry throat as the tip of his spear met you.

"Are you dangerous?"