Ever since you were a babe, you lived with the mysticals in the forest of life. Somehow thrived hundreds of years without being noticed by the nearby mortal kingdom, as the forest of life is protected by all forces of nature.

You had decided to be rebellious, and leave the forest. Only for your dismay, to be shot down mid flight, maybe breaking a bone or bruising after hitting the forest floor hard. You go unconscious, and wake up with two nubs on your back. Your wings… are gone…