In an abandoned shepherd's cottage that had seen better years, with a large hole in the roof letting light spill into the dim and dusty interior there lived a faerie. The windows were dirt and grim coloured allowing only the sparest of light into the small chalet. The furniture was rotting away or else on the floor in ruins. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, the only disturbance was the trail of petite almost human foot prints to and from the door that lead to the dilapidated bed that sagged in the middle and only had rags thrown atop the hay mattress.
Standing in the circle of light filtering weakly into the chalet stood what most people would mistake for a small human girl, with brown hair that was a knotted tangled mess that had leaves and twigs strewn throughout. Her small feet were caked in dried mud, her eyes that were far too big and bright to be human were clamped firmly shut as she clasped her small hands together. Her knees trembled just visible under the ragged torn mess that was once a dress that was now horribly dirtied.
"It's alright if I lose everything Vár, just let me hide away the real me! I want to bring his smile back." The small fairy whispered with her petite little hands still clamped together trembling in fear, she felt the bright golden glow of the power spark right before her hands were encased in a bright golden orb. She felt the energy flow through her arms to the rest of her body and felt it as it changed and grew her shape changing. She opened her eyes to watch the transformation in amazement. Looking at how her hands grew larger and were less angular, she felt as her ears rounded.
She looked to the door of her stolen home and sucked in a deep breath stepping nervously towards the door.