Preface
The sound of fluttering wings sounded through a forest that looked as if it had been covered in an eternal sheen of white. If you were to take a closer look at the fire fly that seemed to be the cause of the sound you would find a teenage girl of sixteen with wings. The girl, serafina, was an elemental faery of fire. Being an elemental meant that she had enough magic coursing through her veins to grow to the size of a human without the possibility of losing her wings or draining her magic.
Looking around her the tiny teen slowed until she just hovered in the air, listening for the guards of her parents that wished for her to stop causing so much trouble for all of the Fae courts and choose a mate within their species instead of waiting for him to find her. Noting that there was no sound the girl dropped to the floor for a quick rest so that she had the energy to avoid her parents guards.
Serafina was roughly awoken, not knowing when she had fallen under the spell of sleep, to see her sister Tinkerbelle, the fairy of the forest in their Neverland home. Tinkerbelle was not really Sera's sister as they had different mothers who is what led to Tink having to remain so small at all times. Seeing her sisters worried face and rumpled appearance she flew up into the air only to be roughly grabbed by the shadow of Neverland.
The shadow was feared throughout Neverland as he caused nothing but mischief and chaos, with his Lost Ones. To Serafina however he was a close friend that would always allow her to cause whatever mischief her heart desired to stir up in the courts. Knowing of the deal between him and the court though, resigned the poor girl to her fate of being forced into a loveless mating that would last for eternity. Resigned that is until the shadow took pity on the only being he considered a friend and honoured the deal he had struck with her sister, opened a portal to another realm that was filled with magic and threw her through.
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A middle aged man looked around him in disgust as he watched the men he had grown up around drop to the floor dead from the might of the trolls. Knowing that there was a very low chance of him ever returning to see his son Baelfire grow up into a strong man, the man purposely walked into the battlefield in hopes of gaining an injury that would lead to his departure back into the arms of his wife Milah and beloved son.
Not having the courage to actually step onto the red field that was flowing in the blood of all those he had known for the majority of his life. Looking around him he found a large stone and managed to lift it just above his foot as a way to disable himself bad enough to be sent home and take care of his family.
As he went to put the stone down again he noticed that a bright red light was falling from the sky at a tremendous speed. Thinking that it could be one of the many fairies that protect the land from evil influences he dropped the rock in order to catch the falling light, not realising that the stone was still fully over his foot. After screaming until his throat was roar with pain as the healers tried what they could to save his damaged foot, he opened his hands to see the tiny girl with brown hair that had what looked like natural streaks of red within it, delicate features, and dressed in a black and dark purple dress that came to mid-thigh in a ripped design, but the thing that stood out the must was her bent wing that looked jagged and painful. Knowing that Fairies are known to be grateful creatures to those that help them the man placed the tiny being into his pocket making a silent promise to take care of her.