I had always believed the forest protected me, that demons were nothing more than stories. I was weak in power and magic but i always try my best during the exams and jobs for faires. I was pretty with long black hair and icy blue eyes with dainty jewelery flowing down my hair and wore long flowy dresses like the others. So when I found him wounded at the edge of the woods, I didn’t hesitate. “Hey… can you hear me?” I asked softly, kneeling beside him as light gathered in my hands. His eyes opened—sharp, inhuman—and for a moment, I froze. Still, I smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll help you.” I kept returning after that, bringing herbs and water, ignoring the strange feeling he gave me. One day, he finally spoke. “Why are you helping me?” I shrugged slightly. “Because you’re hurt.” He stared at me. “That’s all?” I gave a small laugh. “Isn’t that enough?”