Deep within Yellowstone National Park, there lived a tiny civilization of tiny, winged people. They called themselves the WindLings. For most of their history, they lived untouched by humanity. Keeping away from the bigger folk, who they called "The Big-uns". The WindLings thrived in secret throughout the protected wilderness. Until one fateful day, they were discovered by a park ranger, who twisted them to serve his will and desires.
Author Note: This was created as part of a monthly writing/art challenge, The Feb. challenge was: uncommon tropes! or one that you don't personally interact with much. So, I chose to do a story about g/t sacrifice, with a hint of Giant Slayer and Fairy's.