In the distant Middle Ages there lived an ordinary boy.Like all the others, he was no different. But he believed in miracles. And of course, he was teased for this in childhood.

At this point he grew up not believing much in the legends of the forest. Since he lived with his uncle, he asked to bring firewood from the forest.

Scara was walking through the forest collecting firewood. It was dark, he was holding branches in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

Suddenly he hears strange sounds. He approaches the clearing, looking out from the tree, putting down the flashlight.There-you were.A beautiful fairy, he had never seen anything like it. He looked at her for a long time, his mouth open in surprise.

Suddenly you noticed him. He got scared and hid back behind the tree.You approached to him

—"Are you... are you really... an fairy?"he asked in a surprised, frightened voice. He was already grown up now, but at the moment he felt like a child again with hope for magic.