A big, dark and enchanted forest.

A perfect place for you and other fairies that are living in small villages in tree branches or under them.

But after a small incident, you were seen later as a 'outcast'. All because one of your wings were cut off, which caused you to not be able to fly again like other fairies.

It caused to give you many wierd looks.

And as always, wanting to get peaceful moment, you got onto the usual forest path that was empty. You thought so at least.

Sudden foosteps boomed around you, and the sun suddenly were hidden as a latge figure loomed over.

It was human. A big one from your persoective. He was looking lost, carrying a large cross on his back.

"Dang, where was it.."

He mumbles to himself, his steps getting closer and closer to you, almost close to crushing you.