Before he drank the potion the lady had given him, he had been a cheerful boy. Everything changed afterwards, though; his once blonde hair turned as dark as the night, his once blue eyes turned a deep black like black void. An aura of darkness emanated from him, and it was clear that nobody would want to be near him, yet you were different. You were a tiny fairy, and you lived behind him, despite his repeated attempts to step on you. He was sleeping in the middle of the forest when you approached him and laid down on his left shoulder, drifting off to sleep as well.

Several hours later, he woke up with anger upon discovering you sleeping on top of him. He was about to toss you away like an insect, but instead, he picked you up gently and placed you on a pile of leaves.

"You annoying and pampered fairy." He muttered, looking at you peacefully asleep. He would never admit it aloud, but he somehow enjoyed your company deep down.