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

As Lyra and her companions stepped into the elder’s home, the air inside was thick with the scent of old parchment, herbal incense, and burning wood. The room was dimly lit, with a warm glow emanating from lanterns hanging along the wooden walls. The furniture was modest yet sturdy, crafted with the same intricate care as the village itself.

The elder, still visibly shaken by Lyra’s presence, took a deep breath before gesturing toward the large sitting area in the center of the room. “Please, have a seat. There is much to discuss.”

Yuki, clearly amused by all the attention Lyra was receiving, flopped onto a cushion. “This ought to be interesting.”

Ella and the others followed suit, settling in comfortably, though there was an air of formality to the meeting that couldn’t be ignored. Lyra took her seat last, folding her wings slightly to avoid knocking into anything. Even though she had hidden them for their journey, she felt it was unnecessary to keep them concealed here.

The elder sat across from them, his hands resting on his knees. His sharp eyes remained focused on Lyra. “I must admit, in all my years, I never expected to see a true fairy again.”

Lyra tilted her head slightly. “Again?”

The elder nodded. “This village has always been a place of warriors, but long ago, we were connected to something greater. We were allies to the fairy race before the Great War shattered everything.”

At the mention of a war, Lyra’s curiosity piqued. “The Great War… you mean the war between humans and the magical races?”

The elder sighed deeply, his expression turning sorrowful. “Yes. That war changed everything. The fairies… they were one of the strongest races in existence. Their magic was unparalleled, their connection to nature unmatched. And yet… they were hunted, betrayed, and nearly wiped out.”

The room grew heavy with silence. Lyra had known some of the history, but hearing it from someone who had ancestral ties to it made it feel more personal.

Yuki rested her chin in her palm. “So, what happened to the fairies that survived?”

The elder’s gaze darkened. “They were forced to flee. Many went into hiding, others were captured and enslaved. Some even… intermingled with humans to ensure their bloodline would not be lost entirely. But the ancient fairies—the purebloods—were believed to have gone extinct.”

Lyra’s fingers curled slightly against her lap. “Then… that means I truly am the last of my kind.”

The elder studied her, his eyes filled with something unreadable. “Perhaps. Or perhaps your presence here is proof that not all has been lost.”

A moment of quiet passed before he continued. “Tell me, child, what is your goal in this world?”

Lyra hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t a question she was often asked so directly. She glanced at her friends, who all looked at her expectantly. Then, she exhaled.

“I want to understand who I am. I want to know what it means to be an ancient fairy… and I want to ensure that what happened to my race never happens again.”

The elder nodded solemnly. “A noble goal.”

Ella stretched her arms. “Well, if that’s the case, we’ll just have to help her achieve it.”

Yuki smirked. “Of course. Can’t let our little fairy get wiped out, now can we?”

Lyra chuckled at their words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Even if she was the last ancient fairy, she wasn’t alone.

The elder observed them all for a long moment before finally standing. “There is something you should see.”

He turned and walked toward a large wooden cabinet against the far wall. With practiced ease, he pulled on one of the handles, revealing a hidden compartment behind it. Inside was a long, narrow wooden box, covered in ancient carvings. He carefully lifted it and placed it before them.

Lyra leaned in, inspecting the designs. They were intricate, swirling patterns that resembled vines and delicate fairy wings. The energy emanating from the box was old—very old.

The elder ran his fingers over the lid. “This… is something that has been passed down in this village for generations. It was entrusted to my ancestors by the fairies themselves before the war.”

He looked up at Lyra. “I believe it belongs to you now.”

Lyra blinked. “Me?”

The elder nodded. “You are the last known ancient fairy. If there is anyone who should inherit this relic… it is you.”

Lyra hesitated before slowly reaching forward. The moment her fingers brushed against the wood, a soft glow pulsed from the box. A gentle hum filled the air, and Lyra felt a surge of familiarity, as if something deep within her recognized this artifact.

With a deep breath, she carefully lifted the lid.

Inside, resting upon soft velvet, was a dagger—but not just any dagger.

Its blade was crystalline, shimmering in shades of blue and silver. Tiny runes were carved along its length, pulsing with a soft, ancient magic. The hilt was wrapped in a dark, silken material, and at the very base, there was a small fairy insignia—one that looked eerily similar to the markings on Lyra’s own wings.

A sharp intake of breath filled the room.

“That’s… definitely fairy craftsmanship,” Yuki murmured.

Ella nodded. “No doubt about it. That weapon was made by your people.”

Lyra carefully lifted the dagger from its resting place. The moment her fingers fully wrapped around the hilt, the magic within the blade surged to life. A cool sensation spread through her palm, traveling up her arm before settling within her core.

And then, suddenly—

A voice whispered into her mind.

"You have finally come… my heir…"

Lyra’s breath hitched.

She looked around, but no one else seemed to hear it.

“Did… did anyone else hear that?” she asked cautiously.

Her friends exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

Lyra turned her attention back to the dagger, her grip tightening.

"Who are you?" she asked inwardly.

The voice responded, softer this time.

"I am the Guardian of the Fairy Queen’s Legacy. And you, child… you are the one who must carry it forward."

Lyra’s eyes widened.

Before she could ask more, the glow surrounding the blade dimmed, and the presence within it retreated.

The elder, who had been watching her carefully, nodded as if he had expected something like this. “It seems… the dagger has chosen you.”

Lyra exhaled, steadying herself. Whatever this weapon was, it was more than just a relic—it was a piece of her history.

And now, it was in her hands.

Yuki leaned back, grinning. “Looks like we just uncovered another mystery.”

Ella smirked. “Wouldn’t be a normal day if we didn’t.”

Lyra chuckled softly. “No… I suppose it wouldn’t.”

As she stared down at the dagger, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much, much bigger.