Faerie

The cold, silvery moonlight dappled the ground through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Fluorescent light hovered lazily over the shrubs.

“Zzzz...” — The snoring sound of the giant Tree Spirits would often break the peace and startle clusters of fluorescent light into scurrying about as Faerie enjoyed the night in the Hazy Forest alone.

“If you were still here, the moonlight would seem warmer.” Faerie closed her eyes, “I wonder if I'll see you in my dreams tonight, Sylry?”

“Lady Faerie is the daughter of the Forest Demigod, so why haven't I ever seen her use guardian magic?” The patrolling young Tree Spirit assigned to keep vigil asked in a whisper.

“Lady Faerie's guardian magic has only been used once, but it failed and she lost her sister, Lady Sylry. Lady Faerie now lives just like her sister did...” The older patrolling Tree Spirit lamented, and the young Tree Spirit looked at Canopy Hall and wondered what the gentle Lady Faerie had been through.

The night deepened, and fog shrouded the moon.

“Lady Sylry! The Chaos Legion of the Void has entered the forest. They will soon reach the main hall.” The Tree Spirit, who looked almost identical to Faerie, stood in front of Canopy Hall. As the frenetic Aura of Chaos continued to rush in, it was clear that the Guardian Shield couldn't hold up for much longer.

“Sister, retreat before they breach the Guardian Shield. I'll buy us time!” Faerie didn't wait for a response. She leaped down the main hall and rushed toward the cracking Guardian Shield.

“Faerie! The Void is not something you can face alone!” Her sister's voice was getting farther and farther away, and when Faerie tried turning back, she was dragged into the darkness by an invisible hand behind her.

Faerie woke up from her dream. The war was a lingering nightmare to her for a very long time.

Sylry and Faerie were twin daughters of the Forest Demigod, Tree Spirits born of an Ancient Tree Spirit and a demigod. They were supposed to possess regenerative powers and the powerful guardian magic that could match the Phoenix Clan.

However, the demigod had been weakened by Asgard's punishment before giving birth to them. The newborn Sylry and Faerie were as weak as mayflies, but the Tree Spirit power in their bodies gradually awakened as the years went by, and Sylry and Faerie acquired their unique abilities. They inherited the will of the demigod and guarded the Hazy Forest.

In the Hazy Forest, Tree Spirits live in symbiosis with humans.

It was an autumn afternoon when Faerie encountered a vicious Wolf Spirit in the forest. At that time, Faerie was powerless to resist and was about to be devoured by the Wolf Spirit when a figure stepped in front of her. It was an ordinary human without even a weapon.

“Run!” His voice sounded calm, and Faerie had no time to think as she staggered away to escape. Later, Faerie went searching in the human villages, but she never found him again.

“Sister, my guardian magic is weak in the face of fear, I'm too weak to protect anyone.”

After autumn, Faerie no longer practiced guardian magic with Sylry. She replaced the shield in her hand with a sharp blade, which she swung when the thistles and thorns came.

Faerie grew up quickly, and no one in the Hazy Forest was a match for her. She finally had the power to be strong without relying on anyone, including Sylry.

Even if the future is an endless cold winter, as long as there is light in your heart, you will eventually find yourself in spring. Faerie

For as long as Faerie could remember, she saw her sister's figure in every moment of her life. Everyone in the Hazy Forest trusted Sylry, the gentle Tree Spirit, while her powerful sister kept people at bay.

The invasion by the Void was getting more chaotic, and Faerie still insisted on fighting alone.

“Why can't we trust our companions? We can rely on each other and keep each other safe.” Sylry looked at Faerie's wounds, which multiplied with each passing day.

“I am strong enough. Fighting alone is my way.” Faerie was unwilling to listen to her sister anymore.

The Void sent more and more forces to take over the Hazy Forest, and the bitterly cold winter day seemed even colder. The Guardian Shield that Sylry wrapped around the entire forest had cracked, and Faerie rushed alone again, despite her sister's advice, to the entrance where the fighting was fiercest.

“Hold on, just hold on a little longer. I know I can destroy them.” Faerie's eyes had long since glazed over and her body was covered with wounds. The moment she collapsed, a warm light shined down on her—it was her sister and her companions from the Hazy Forest.

There were too many enemies, and when the war ended, the Hazy Forest fell into an unprecedented deathly silence.

Sylry and more than half of her companions lost their lives in the Celestial Battle. Faerie spent the centuries-long harsh winter in grief, and she wondered if spring would ever come again.

“Ors! Get behind me!” Faerie, patrolling the forest alone, heard a firm yet childish voice ahead, “Don't be afraid! I'm here!” Faerie quickly locked onto the direction of the voice and saw two human children being attacked by Wolf Spirits.

Faerie turned away after fighting off the wolves.

“That Tree Spirit is so strong. I'll get stronger so I can protect you too, sis.” The little voice was getting farther and farther away, and the light that had been dormant in Faerie's heart for a long time reilluminated her world.

From then on, Faerie also became the gentle and powerful Tree Spirit of legend.