What did you get caught doing that had you exiled from your home community?
"I stepped onto the trade road."
We were warned — ancient roads were not for the fae-born. But I was dared by the others and stood in the wheel-ruts where no one was supposed to tread. That’s when a merchant’s cart scooped me up, shrouded me in silence-glamour, and sold me into the city.
Cost: The elders never came looking. Maybe they couldn’t. Maybe they wouldn’t. Shame: Some part of Nexin still believes it was his fault, not the merchant’s.
You used to have a different life, but you’ve tried to leave it behind. Who from that time is still chasing you?
The Trade Guild, slick with binding contracts and enchanted seals, still insists Nexin is “registered material”. Branded on a hidden plate behind his heart is a trade mark — both literal and magical.
They want him back not out of malice, but because he’s valuable.
They may use trackers, debt-summons, or even “retrieval teams” — mercenaries or constructs like himself.
Who from that other life were you most sad to say goodbye to?
Rheaven. A fae child like Nexin — silver-eyed, brave-hearted. She was the one who taught the others to sing the right songs so they wouldn’t forget themselves. She smuggled food. She took punishments for others.
She was Nexin’s anchor — and maybe, his first love.
He doesn’t know if she escaped when he did.
He sometimes dreams of her — but he can’t be sure if it’s real or just what he wants to believe.