When an unexpected betrayal sends a wingless fairy into a lonely world of darkness and self-loathing, Rey must learn how to love herself again - with the help of a Raven
Events loosely inspired by the movie Maleficent
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"You know, as long as you're staying with me, you're going to need a name that's something other than Bird."
His feathers ruffled at that.
I have a name.
However, it was a name that he hadn't called himself since the day his parents were killed by the human's deforestation. And before he'd sentenced himself to live a life of loneliness and grief. Back then, he still maintained the appearance as a fairy. Back then, he was still Ben Solo.
He was taller - much taller - in fact, and more broad with beauty marks blemishing his pale skin. His hair was onyx, like his wings, but shaggy and lacked the azure hidden in their plumes.
Being awkward in demeanor made it hard for him to socialize with others and even more with ladies who showed any sort of interest in him. Unfortunately, his large ears and prominent features also made him an easy target then for bullies.
So instead of bothering with friends, he took to the enjoyment of practicing calligraphy at the base of their home inside a mangrove tree. It was better than being surrounded by other male fairies his age, who usually hunted for pleasure while priming the ego of whoever snagged the biggest kill that day.
Despite not having it altogether in the social aspect of life, living in the swampland actually hadn't been so bad. Being an introvert was easier when one had family close to them and held interests in other things to stay busy.
But then one day, everything he had ever known and loved suddenly vanished.
The years had come and gone since he'd last phased into a fairy. Even if he wanted to again, it was likely he could never be the same person. After being shooed away so many times by others, shouting phrases like 'devil bird' and 'cursed one', he couldn't help but now believe them.
At least they were better than Dumbo and a few other harsh names he'd been called in the past. Devil bird was a lot less personal when it was common for ravens in general though it never ceased to lessen the pain that he would always be alone.
That was until fate's arrow brought him directly to her .
"Kylo. I'll call you Kylo ."
Her heavenly voice broke him from his train of thought. Raising his beak he looked at the fairy who was kind enough to have wanted to help him, meeting her gaze as she had also lowered her chin to regard him. Her eyes were a stunning shade of hazel, lips curved into a smile that could've easily brightened the gloomiest of days. Studying her so close allowed him to easily forget about the arrow lodged in his wing.
Kylo.
He mused over the sweetness of her voice, wondering what it'd be like to hear her say his real name rather than the new. But Kylo was a nice name. And it wasn't Dumbo or Devil Bird or Cursed One.
