Damian was a Fae.

Yes...a Fae, small and mystic, delicate and soft dragonfly wings, Wearing only a little outfit made of leaves and flowers, the size of a human finger, being easily crushed if anyone stepped on him.

He lives in a forest, in a small house coupled in a tree trunk, it was cozy and made with materials from nature, like small mushrooms, leaves and branches too.

It was a good life.

Humans usually never passed through the forest, so he was safe...Until he started hearing some steps, soft steps snapping branches and crushing leaves.

Damian looked down up from the tree, his little wings flapping as he floated, his curiosity peaked.

Who the hell was this human?