Reincarnated as a Fairy: My Magic Wings Will Soar Above This Fantasy World!

The journey through the Whispering Woods was unlike anything Lyra had ever experienced. Even though she was still adjusting to her newfound wings, the magic in the air carried her forward, wrapping around her like an invisible current.

Beside her, Eryndor, the Moonshadow Fox, moved with effortless grace. His silver fur shimmered faintly under the soft bioluminescent glow of the forest, his violet eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

“The Eldertree is not far,” he murmured. “But tread carefully. The deeper we go, the more the forest watches.”

Lyra swallowed hard, glancing around. It was true—she could feel it. An invisible presence hummed in the air, an awareness that was neither hostile nor welcoming. It was simply watching.

As they pressed forward, the trees grew taller, their trunks twisting in unnatural shapes. The leaves above glowed with an eerie light, casting shifting patterns across the mossy ground. Then, ahead of them, the forest suddenly opened up.

In the heart of the clearing stood a massive, ancient tree, its trunk so wide it could have housed an entire village. Its bark was silver-white, with veins of glowing blue energy pulsing like a heartbeat. Massive roots curled and twisted, some stretching high into the air before burrowing back into the ground.

Lyra’s breath caught in her throat.

“This… this is the Eldertree?” she whispered.

Eryndor nodded. “The heart of the forest. It is where all fairy magic flows from.” He turned his keen eyes on her. “And it may hold the answers you seek.”

Lyra took a hesitant step forward, the magic in the air growing heavier around her. The moment her foot touched the moss at the base of the tree, the ground pulsed beneath her. A soft hum filled the air, like a chorus of voices just beyond hearing.

Then, a new presence emerged.

From the bark of the Eldertree, a figure formed, stepping forward as if molded from the very wood itself.

It was a woman—tall and elegant, with skin like smooth bark and hair woven from vines and golden leaves. Her eyes were a deep, glowing emerald, ancient and knowing.

Lyra froze.

“Child of two worlds,” the woman spoke, her voice like rustling leaves. “You stand before the cradle of your kind. The question is… do you remember why you have come?”

Lyra’s heart pounded. She opened her mouth, then hesitated. “I… don’t know,” she admitted. “I was reborn here, but I don’t understand why.”

The Eldertree’s Guardian studied her in silence, then slowly raised a hand. A gentle breeze stirred, swirling around Lyra.

Then—memories flooded in.

Not of Earth, but of this world. Fragments of a time long past. A great war. A fairy queen standing against a shadowed enemy. A powerful curse meant to erase something—or someone—from existence.

And at the heart of it all—Lyra’s own face.

The vision vanished as quickly as it came, leaving Lyra breathless.

She staggered back. “That was—what was that?”

The Guardian’s expression remained unreadable. “A glimpse into the truth buried within you. But your soul is not yet ready to awaken fully.”

Lyra’s hands trembled. Was she part of something bigger? Had she been someone important in this world before?

Eryndor watched her carefully. “It seems you are no ordinary reincarnation.”

The Guardian nodded. “The world will soon learn of your return, child. Forces will move against you. You must prepare.”

Lyra’s stomach twisted. She had only just begun to understand this new world—and already, she was caught in something far greater than she had imagined.

But one thing was clear: her journey was only beginning.