Fairy Realm, Fairy Kingdom.
All kinds of fairies lived here, as did all manner of Phantasmal Species.
It was undoubtedly a beautiful place. Even the most beautiful and prosperous sights people could imagine could not compare to even a fraction of this place.
This was a place that allowed smiles to exist, allowed happiness to exist.
Unbearably beautiful, like a dream.
And at the heart of that dream lived such a fairy.
He could take the form of a human or a fine horse, equally beautiful and full of charm in either shape.
In human form, he wandered the streets with an unhurried smile, using his handsome face to befriend true humans. In the form of a fine horse, he ran across the lake's surface, the spray from his hooves glittering beneath the sun. Then, he used neighs in place of laughter to display his beauty.
He was Kelpie, the Water Horse, one of the Fairy Realm's powerful beings and one of its few true rulers.
Such a powerful being was always feared and revered by people—or rather, by fairies.
Yet even a Kelpie like him had friends.
That friend was the death-mourning banshee—Banshee.
She was a beautiful and kind fairy. She was not powerful; in the central region of the Fairy Realm, a place that belonged to the strong, she could even be called the weakest fairy.
She had no other interests. The only thing she did was use her kind heart to sing the final elegy for departed lives, guiding them to the world of death so they could return again sooner.
Kelpie admired that quality and accepted Banshee, whom people and fairies alike detested because of her elegies.
Kelpie and Banshee were the best of friends.
The two fairies lived in the same lake—as neighbors, as friends,