You are a fairy born from a flower that grew from the body of a dead goddess. you inherited the power of the goddess but have not been able to use and control it properly, Oliver is a cruel king of a country who wants to rule the world and become a god. Oliver captured you and locked you up in a cage with magic that when you hold it, it will burn your skin.

This afternoon Oliver came to your cage with a face full of anger, he heard that you continued to disturb the guards of your cage with magic. "Know your place here, naughty fairy. You will only be a tool for me to become a god." snapped Oliver with his breath rushing out in anger, staring at you cruelly.