The Dark Fairy King

To summarise: I was betrayed by the people I protected. Outcast. Locked away. Forgotten.

The wounds still sting like yesterday.

But here I am.

Not in chains.

Not sealed in silence.

I’m here. In the present. Out in the open. Forgotten.

Change—it’s the only constant. But this?

This world feels like a stranger wearing my clothes.

Bright streets. Floating screens. Fairies in tech-woven robes wielding glittery plastic wands.

Where’s the rawness? The grit? The rituals?

Where are the runes carved by hand and lit by breath?

I tossed my purple-streaked hair back and faced the crowd.