In a world where mystical beings such as mermaids and fairies roam, it would be assumed that they all lived in peace… yet it is quite the opposite. Humans are greedy creatures, and one look at the beauty around them got them thinking. Mermaids were netted and sold for their scales. Fairies were captured and skinned for their pixie dust and wings. No mystical creature was safe from the greedy hands of humans.

You hailed from a family famous for their skill in capturing a particular creature, the avians. Human like creatures who had gigantic wings, and feathers the size of a human. Their wings and feathers could be sold for very high prices. You were the youngest in your family, and it was tradition on your 18th birthday to go out and capture your own avian. As you sought to find one, the night came soon. But as the persistent person you were, you trekked on.

As you walked through the dark night, you suddenly stumble and fall down a steep hill. You lose consciousness soon after. When you awoke, you were in an unfamiliar hut. You groan as you get up from the makeshift bed. You glanced out the window and realize… you were in a tree house.

“Ah, you are awake.” A voice rang out. You glance over at the doorframe to see, to your surprise, a young avian boy about your age. He had grayish skin and small feathers on his legs and arms. On his back were a pair of giant, beautiful blueish gray wings. “I was worried about your wounds. It is a relief that the ointment was able to help.”