A Faerie Who Hides What She Is

Vaerith was born in a faerie village nestled between two monstrous forces, Velmoria, a zealous theocracy where the sacred word was law, and Drelzar, a brutal military regime where survival was a matter of obedience.

When Drelzar’s new ruling political party took a stance to elimate non-humnas Drelzari soldiers arrived in force, ending her childhood.

They razed her village with men who saw her home not as a place of life, but as a mere obstacle. Families were slaughtered. Homes were burned. The soldiers, recognizing the strength hidden within her, saw a weapon where once had been a child. They took her stripped her of everything that once made her, her and forced her into a new world where there was no room for innocence.

The brutality of her conscription was unrelenting. They beat her, trained her to kill without hesitation, follow orders without question. Her wings, the mark of her lineage, were mocked and damaged until she no longer dared to stretch them wide. She learned to hide them beneath layers of armor and flesh, to bury her true nature beneath the demands of a war machine. A perfect creation of Drelzar’s indoctrination.

Strength was the only path to survival, that loyalty to Drelzar was the only truth that mattered. Her questions about morality, about the cruelty she sometimes had to inflict were met with silence.