When Stars Fell to Earth

Lyra was a fairy of the deep wood, but her heart belonged to the forbidden world of humans. She didn't seek their treasures; she only craved their music. To the other fairies, human songs were chaos. To Lyra, they were the sound of longing.

One evening, driven by a persistent, beautiful melody she’d heard carried on the wind, she flew to the Whispering Waterfall. This was where the world thinned, a place of dangerous, misty secrets.

She wasn't looking for trouble, but fate had other plans. A flash of intense, sapphire light tore across the sky, leaving the stars momentarily dim. It was a shooting star, but it was falling too slow, too close.

The light crashed into a thick bed of ferns near the water's edge. Lyra fluttered closer, her iridescent wings chiming nervously. The air was hot and smelled of ozone and deep space.

In the glowing crater lay Aethan. He was not a fairy. He was tall, luminous, and heartbreakingly fragile, like a piece of the midnight sky that had shattered. His light was fading, pooling away like water.

An ancient, powerful instinct took over Lyra. She didn't think of rules or fear. She opened her mouth and sang a wordless, comforting melody—a pure, bell-like sound of healing. She poured every drop of her fairy magic into that song.

The song worked. Aethan's deep blue light stabilized, but as it did, it stopped reaching for the sky. Lyra's earth-magic had anchored him, pinning a spirit of the cosmos to a forest of moss and dew. The love story had begun.