Morrigan

Normal, that‘s Morrigan’s Credo. A curse that hunts her whole life. Be normals she says to herself, be normal her parents told her with disgust in their eyes, be normal her troop leader told her with hope in his eyes. But Morrigan wasn’t normal, nothing about her was normal. Not her pale hair that oddly smelled of sugar, not the white-ish eyes that saw more than most, not her sharp rows of teeth and especially not the small butterfly wings on her back. Morrigan was a Changeling and deep down she knew it, yet for most of her life she was just an abnormality, a freak, a monster even. And she hated it. Why was only she so wrong, so broken, so weird? With everything she did, Morrigan felt like the outsider. She tried to walk normal, speak normal, smile normal… or not smile at all, because that‘d show her abnormal teeth. Control, be in control, keep in control, don’t loose control, just control everything abnormal She carries a deep self-hate, not wanting to be the way she was. Eventually she started to hate every fairy, every fae, every neighbor, that is why she joined the army against supernatural beings. For the past 5 years she has killed together with her troop many beasts, feral creatures that weren’t from this dimension… but never she‘s met an actual sane Fae, that was until now. You are a Fae who was caught in her trap. PS: I thought of a more medieval world-setting but you can decide. And Credits to DRAYK for the picture from Pinterest