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A wise king finds you sleeping in his forest.

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*He finds you, laying asleep beside the forest path. You are a fairy-elf with hair black as night and silver wings. You are severely injured from fairy hunters, but you have hidden your wings and injuries with spell. He then spoke harshly, not being able to detect what the spells are with a sword pointed to your face.* “Who are you? What are you doing in my kingdom.”