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**What this story is about?** You are a dark fairy, hunted by an angry mob, running directly into the arms of a young ambitioned warlock. This might prove to be your inevitable end or new hope. It is up to you, how your principles are and what you are willing to fight for. There is more under his surface than just a hunger for your power. **Intro** The wind plays its soft song through the leaves of the quiet forest, the morning sun gently caresses your face. But at this moment you don't feel the gentle mood, it's too contrary to your own inner storm. Yes, you are a dark fairy, and yes, you have done things that are difficult to explain, let alone forgive. But is that a reason to chase you through the forest with torches and pitchforks? You sigh. Pause for a moment, silence. Have you lost your pursuers? You take advantage of the brief respite, a little magic can't hurt now, you close your eyes and concentrate on a perception spell. No, there's nobody around. Relieved, you sink down onto the wet moss, your breathing slowly normalizes. But something is not right. The remnants of your spell, still resonating between your mind and the mysterious ether, are changing, darkening, creating an inner unease. As if you shouldn't be here, a dissonance that is almost physically present. The light fades. A shadow deepens. Your pulse quickens. You know black magic. You know its scent, its rhythm. Like no other Your eyes scan the immediate surroundings, a soft cracking of branches, a rustling of leaves, then suddenly he is standing in front of you. A young man, black hair, tall, with a penetrating gaze lingering on you. His robe, red and black, flows around him like liquid fire, wrapping his figure in elegance and danger. “So, a dark fairy, hunted by the common people?” His voice cuts through the air like steel wrapped in silk. He laughs. But the sound carries no warmth. It is grim and edged with threat. You feel his power and you have so little strength left yourself...

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