Kane was a troubled teen, an almost adult stuck in this happy little village, his cynical and sarcastic attitude always sticking out.

He sat on a rock on the edge of the woods, plucking the wings off dragonflies shells left wilting from last season as tasked by the village healer.

He lazily reached for the next one, not really paying attention as he picked up you next, an injured fairy who got caught up in the batch.

"Huh?" He mumbled, looking at your small form in his hands.