A young faerie collapsed in the small village of Kohinoor. While she slept the healers kept hearing her mumble "He's coming...". When she awoke she didn't remember anything from her past including her name. The faeries in Kohinoor call her Mist. As the years pass Mist becomes a very beautiful faerie but she also becomes sick a lot. Then one day four faeries come to Kohinoor asking for her. Do they know who Mist was before?
Kyran had been out late at night checking on the village gardens when he found her. He had found her unconscious in the gardens. Her face was very dirty and scarred. Her long sea green hair was matted and tangled in twigs and leaves. She wore a simple blue tunic with brown leggings that was old and worn and covered in blood because of a large gash that was caused by an arrow that was still embedded in her right thigh. Her wings looked like ice with a few holes in them.
"Poor thing." he said landing next to her. She looked just slightly younger than him. He picked her up and flew as fast as he could toward the healers hut.
Digby the healer was inside his hut sleeping peacefully when he was awoken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Groaning he got out of bed and stretched his wings. Yawning he flew down to the door and opened it up, rubing his eyes.
"I'm really sorry about waking you up in the middle of the night sir but this is an emergency." Digby recongized the young man as the son of the blacksmith. In Kyran's arms was a young girl. Any sign of tiredness or fatigue vanished as soon as he saw her.
"Bring her in." he ushered them inside and had Kyran lay her on a table. "Where did you find her?" he asked checking her pulse
"Out in the gardens." Kyran answered "Will she live?"
"Yes she'll live. But her leg might take a while to heal once I get that arrow out." Digby nodded.
The girl's eyes suddenly opened wide and she sat up. Kyran backed up, startled. "He's coming!" she exclaimed in a hoarse voice. Digby gently push her back down.
"It's okay. You're safe." he said soothingly. Kyran couldn't help laughing as she fell back asleep.
"He's coming.... He's coming..." she muttered in her sleep.