Finala soared through the air, her tiny wings beating furiously as she climbed higher and higher above the sprawling palace. From way up there, everyone looked like ants, small and pointless. Just like most humans who'd ever lived in Trigia. That's why her kind, the fae, cursed their existence. It was the reason humans could never see them, no matter where they looked in Trigia's corners and crevices.
Humans were cruel. Greedy. More shameless than a pig at a feast, given a plate, but devouring everything on the table. More savage than the monsters ruling the icy lands of Winterbaun to the south.
When humans had found their hiding place, they'd hunted down and slaughtered her family. Finala remembered it well, how they treated her parents and her entire race like toys. Captured. Locked up. Tossed aside like broken dolls. Left to suffer until they died, then trampled like garbage.
