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

Pain. That was the first thing she felt. A dull, aching pain, as if her entire body had been squeezed, crushed, and then put back together again.

Then came the sensation of floating—weightless, as if she had no solid form.

‘Am I dead?’

Memories rushed back in a dizzying wave. Her name had been Aveline Carter, an ordinary girl from Earth. She had been walking home late one night, exhausted after pulling an all-nighter for her college exams. The last thing she remembered was a blinding pair of headlights—and then nothing.

But now, the darkness faded, replaced by something entirely different. A warm breeze caressed her skin, and the distant sound of rustling leaves and chirping insects filled her ears.

Slowly, her senses sharpened, and she realized she was lying on a bed of soft moss beneath a towering canopy of glowing trees. Their leaves shimmered with bioluminescent light, casting an ethereal glow over the forest. The air was thick with magic, a sensation she couldn’t explain but instinctively understood.

Something felt… off.

She pushed herself up, her limbs feeling strangely light. As she moved, a soft, tinkling sound filled the air—like the chime of tiny bells. Confused, she glanced down at her hands. They were delicate, almost unnaturally so, with an iridescent shimmer clinging to her pale skin.

Then she saw them.

Wings.

Translucent and glowing faintly, they fluttered behind her, catching the dim light of the enchanted forest.

Her breath hitched.

‘No way. Am I… a fairy?’

She scrambled to her feet—only to immediately stumble. The moment she tried to walk, her wings instinctively flapped, sending her hovering slightly above the ground before dropping her unceremoniously back down.

“Ow…” she muttered, wincing.

Her voice sounded different—higher, more musical. Even the sound of her own breath carried a faint, melodious quality, as though the very air around her responded to her presence.

She needed answers.

Taking a deep breath, she focused. If this really was reincarnation, then this body must have memories of its own, right? She closed her eyes, trying to reach into her mind for anything—any fragment of knowledge.

And then, like a floodgate breaking open, it all came rushing in.

Her name was Lyra Everleaf. She was a Sylphid Fairy, a rare hybrid born of both fairy and human blood. Unlike full-blooded fairies, she wasn’t bound to the deeper realms of the Fae, nor did she fade when away from their sacred lands. Instead, she had the strength of a human and the magic of a fairy, an existence considered unique—perhaps even dangerous.

The memories were fragmented, but one thing was clear: this world was nothing like Earth. Magic was real, creatures of legend roamed freely, and fairy-kind were both feared and revered.

She glanced down at herself again, taking in the flowing, petal-like dress made of nature’s weave, her bare feet touching the mossy ground, and the faint glow of Fairy Dust that trailed from her fingertips.

‘This… is real.’

A rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. She had always dreamed of escaping the mundane, of being part of something greater. Now, she had been given that chance.

But what now?

A distant rustling snapped her out of her thoughts. Her pointed ears twitched instinctively. Someone—or something—was nearby.

Crouching low, she pressed her hands against the moss, feeling a faint pulse of energy beneath her fingertips. Fairy magic wasn’t just about spells—it was about connection. She could feel the heartbeat of the forest, the life humming within every leaf, root, and creature.

Then, the presence revealed itself.

A small creature emerged from the undergrowth—a Moonshadow Fox, its silver fur gleaming under the soft glow of the trees. It tilted its head, curious, its violet eyes locking onto her.

Lyra held her breath.

Moonshadow Foxes were familiars of the Fae, often serving as guides or companions. Was this fate?

The fox took a cautious step closer, sniffing the air. Then, to her surprise, it spoke.

“Strange… You are Fae, but not fully so.” Its voice was smooth, almost liquid, like the whisper of the wind. “What are you, little one?”

Lyra hesitated, then smiled.

“That’s what I’d like to find out.”

And so, her journey began.