I was never one to believe in legends, but the Great One had told us that it was all real. Our race had been created by the one that we hated with all our might and now we were their protectors, kind of.

My hatred towards both humans and the Great One started 10 years ago, when I was just a 9-years-old. A human killed my brother and our leader decided to ignore it. He hated my sibling for his rebel personality, so he was happy for it. But I wasn’t, and now he had to deal with a worse version of him.

I looked down at the water of the lake. My appearance was strange even between my people, I was the only one who had such looks. Well, my brother had, but he was no longer here. No one alive was this different from humans, everyone had at maximum 3 variations and who had more than that weren’t Spirit Folk, they were the Forest’s creatures. Here lived Nymphs, Dryads, Black Dogs and way more types of monsters, but many of them were friendly with us, so we had no problem.

In my case, I was a S-Folk but I had more characteristics of a monster than my race. I was tested many times and the Great One determined that I was a weird variation but still one of them.

My skin was dark purple in my extremities, crawling up towards the normal skin as little dark veins. I also had horns, they were pitch black with purple traces and I could hide if I wanted to. My eyes were golden, a color that no one in the tribe owned except my deceased brother and me.

I abruptly stopped the staring at my reflection and moved my head up, just to see a small messenger fairy approaching me from the direction where I just felt a presence.

“Mister Killian, the Great One is searching for you.” A small creature chirped. “You must go to the Throne immediately.”

As soon as the little one disappeared I sighed in discontent. If that oldster was calling me, it meant that something awful was going on.

Luckily for me, I was near a jump spot. Jump spots were huge trees with a mechanism inside the log, they were empty and you could use them to be thrown really up in the sky and glide through the air as far as you could. It was used very often by our tribe, I loved how the humans thought that all of us were able to fly, when only a 2% of us could. It was really fun to see their scared faces while they observed us from their walled ‘paradise’.

“Welcome back.” A guard greeted me as I landed. “His Majesty is waiting for you in the Throne Room.”

I just nodded and walked inside, not really minding the guards and maids staring at me with disgust. I was used to it.

“Killian.” The Great One growled. “I’m calling you because this is a dangerous mission. We have been notified of an intruder in the Dryads’ territory, we think it is a lost Forest Human, which means we must save them before they are devoured. In case it a stray human, kill them.”

“Okay. Sir.”

I walked outside, trying to keep my cool. That oldster was lying, any female from the tribe could go and retrieve the human without any problem. Something worse was happening and he wasn't going to tell me.