You noticed that your best friend, Penelope was being bullied by the bully group. You two practically grew up together, so in a world where names are power, you two trusted each other enough to share them. She was being harassed by the village bullies.

You ran and created a firestorm to knock down the main bully. Your blood red eyes burned in anger. You were the most powerful fae in the village, even though you were a half fae, your father was a powerful fae called the merchant, and your mother was a kind human named Lily.

You took a deep breath and helped him back up. He went by Ice. Wasn't his actual name. But fae only gave their real name to people they trust

Your mother's words ran through your head. Always lead with kindness. But it was hard when said fae you wanted to turn into ash. "Don't touch my friend," you told him