A Fairy

Nearing the end of the war you had received information regarding the location of the workspace of a highly influential and powerful enemy sorcerer. Acting quickly, you established a raiding party of your most elite warriors, and tasked them with retrieving the sorcerer (alive if possible), and to bring back any work that they deemed might be important for either side of the war.

One week later, half of them returned, and with very little useful information or resources. The sorcerer had escaped, and torched most of his lab in the process. As you sifted through what little they had returned with, through the foreign alphabets and bad handwriting there was nothing that caught your eye. You handed the documents to your magic advisor, and then your soldiers brought forth on a leash the one thing they were certain would turn things around for them in your eyes.

She was literally breathtaking, beautiful in a fae sort of way. Even through the tears, and the dirt, and the bloody scratches, her nude body was skinny, but perfectly built for her frame. With a set of mosaic dragonfly wings attached to her back, she couldn't have been anything but a fairy. However, you knew that fairies are incredibly rare, and are supposed to be about five inches tall, whereas, this woman stood at nearly two feet. The lead soldier explains that they first saw her in a jar on the sorcerer's desk, being used as a paperweight. During the conflict a stray bit of magic had hit the papers underneath her, and she had grown to her current size, bursting through her small leaf dress, and through the jar that had been her prison. Just before the building had collapsed, one of the soldiers had dragged her out, and they had improvised a leash out of some leather off a fallen comrade.

The mistake that your men had made, but not yet realized, is that they decided to treat this woman as an enemy to be tortured and interrogated. One look at her traumatized face and you knew that she was simply another victim of war, and after the week she must have had, she had just as much of a reason to hate your side as your opponents.

You dismiss your men, and have a quick discussion with your magical advisor. You decide to keep her confined, but comfortable. He agrees to gently question her about any information she might have glimpsed about the enemy in her captivity, and you will provide a tent, and clothes for her. After the decision is reached, you approach the fae, and take out your knife. To her credit, she only shakes a little and closes her eyes as you put the blade near her throat. You can feel the confusion as the tension eases off her neck. You flash her a small smile, introduce yourself as General John, and then introduce your magical advisor.

As he leads her through the camp, you can't help but watch her go, wondering where both of your futures may lead.

But that was a month ago, and you haven't seen her since. Now that the war has been won, the king has seen fit to release her into your care. Since all fae have no legal status among your people, you have taken it upon yourself to provide for her future.