There's only one way to keep a fairy captive without plucking their wings: a silver cage.
Whoever leaked that secret to humans—our natural predators—deserves eternal torment.
I dart through gaps in the branches, stepping on flower petals as makeshift footholds. "Sorry!" I whisper to the trampled blooms. My wings hum at maximum speed, yet the shadowy figure closes in relentlessly.
A monster.
The full moon mocks our desperation.
"…!"
Something brushes my wingtip. I glance back.
A pale hand extends from a black robe. The figure stands no taller than a human child, but its hooded gaze freezes my veins.
It's here! Fly higher!
I send the telepathic warning to my kin. We surge upward, night dew spraying from strawberry leaves.
*Stupid! Stupid! I hate humans!*
Our glass-like wings—meant for gentle floating, not life-or-death chases—protest the strain.
"Ah…!"
"W-wait, I can't—!"
I grab the arm of a faltering newborn male. His face bleaches ghostly—born mere hours ago, already pushed to his limits.
Eleanor! Incoming!
A branch cracks.
The white hand lunges.
I hurl the newborn forward. Kin catch him as I fall back, whistling a shrill farewell: Wait for a miracle.
May the capricious gods spare you.
"Caught you."
Small hands clamp my waist. Not crushing—clinical. Silver threads bind my wings.
A fingertip taps my forehead. Darkness swallows me.
Memories flood the void.
A Japanese college student. Truck headlights. Then—this: a fantasy RPG world where I'm supposed to recruit heroes across dimensions.
"Please save my world!"
High-spec fairy. Guide. Potential romance option.
Female.
Which means… if the hero's male, does that make me a target?
Hard pass.