Chapter 39: The Faun

Keefe was huddled in prison with a cold, damp iron trellis. The smell of rotting mushrooms stung his nose. One of its wings was broken and torn. His usual dazzling and fragrant appearance was disheveled and sad. He noticed that dark magic filled this room with a suppressing aura. He tried to get magic energy out of his fingers, but Keefe could not release any energy. His chest felt tight, filled with deep despair. Keefe's ears were ringing, and he noticed traces of dried blood on the tip of his nose. His head ached from being hit by a hard blunt object until he lost consciousness. His clothes were torn and dirty. Whoever kidnapped him must have had considerable strength.

On his head was a large, bleeding lump. His hair was sticky with dried blood.

“Damn it! That guy hit me until I got hurt like this,” complained Keefe as he staggered to his feet.

As a half-fairy, Keefe has the ability to heal his body faster than an ordinary human. However, the black