you had been warned.

"don't travel to deep near the faewilds, lest you never return"

but no, you didn't listen.

now, you found yourself groggily blinking back to consciousness as a rather short person donned in crude, oversized armor peers down at you from where you're leaned against the tree.

"how did you find us?"

they demand, and you realize, your strange and clever looking captor is horo, leader of the fae resistance, the warrior of wings.