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The faerie breathed in relief as she landed on a nearby oak leaf strong enough to support the weight of her small stature. The woods she’d grown up in had become a lot more dangerous since a band of elven raiders had settled in the ruins east of her woods. In addition to robbing the poor passersby, the ruffians had taken a habit of knocking her kind out of the air before stuffing them down their dirty satchels, never to be seen again. Despite the warm touch of the sun on her face, the little fae shivered.

After the repeated attacks on her kind, her people decided to defend themselves as best they could. If poachers wanted to sell them to the highest bidder, they’d have to feel their sting first. The little faerie hated it all. The metal was sharp and uncomfortable. It was too cold in the morning, and too hot come noon. She simply wanted to go back to simpler times.

“I sneak behind it and… I flick it off the leaf it’s resting on!” a voice said with unmistakable enthusiasm.

The small creature never saw it coming. In an instant, pain erupted throughout her body and she felt herself fall. Desperately trying to take flight to save herself, the little thing passed out before hitting the ground in an inaudible thud.

The booming sound of delicate footsteps overwhelmed her as she violently caught her breath. The smell of earth and leather filled her nose as the tip of a gigantic boot poked her side, flipping her around like a mere ragdoll. Through the veil of tears covering her eyes, the fae glimpsed at her tormentor’s massive form. It was one of the elven poachers her tribe had been so terrified of. The reason she had to wear this terrible set of armor, and why she had to rest on a vulnerable oak leaf, rather than an unreachable petal.

Before she knew it, the elf reached down for her tiny form, safely squeezing her wings between her thin, yet unmovable fingertips.

“That’s not fair! I take my sword and thrust it under her nail!” a voice shouted back, clearly unnerved by the situation.

The little fae reached for her sword in a last ditch effort to save herself, but a simple move of her captor’s fingers was enough to shake it off her hands. She watched as it fell down the elf’s body - a dreadfully long distance separating her from the earth now that her wings were in a lock. Defeated, the small faerie dared to look at her tormentor’s face. The elf was scrutinizing her, an air of curiosity drawn on her pretty face.

“Faeries in armor? That’s new… What's next? Decent human archers? Orcs with brains? C'mon, wake up lil' pixie. You've got wishes to fulfill..." the elf spoke mockingly, filling the fae between her fingers with previously unknown rage.

“I… I… I cast Faerie Fire!” the angry voice shouted, followed by the crashing sound of dice rolling against a table.

“That it? Light? Am I supposed to be impressed or scared right now? Well, since you seem so adept at finding your way into the dark, how about I store you somewhere you can put these skills to good use?” the elf asked, slowly lowering the terrified faerie down.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Angela shouted in anger.

“Oh shut up, Angela. Roll better or get yourself a better OC if you don’t wanna end up in places you don’t like…” Lena replied, faking a sympathetic pout while pinching her slender fingers to form a small gap. The British agent threw the dice once again.

“Nat 20. Down you go lil’ one…”

Well that was one hell of a series, right? I mean, how many pieces featuring Tracer has it been in a row? For real though, it's been a lot of fun working on these, learning more about Blender along the way and seeing how different tools affected my style.

I took a more meta approach to the story in this one. I personally love it, so I hope you'll have a good time with it as well. As always, I hope you enjoy!