Faes have a realm of their own, where they are safe and can return if they are in such need

But what if one were to be raised away from it and away from any other Fae? This is just the case of our dear ‘BloodBag’ who’s reason to be out of the realm is unknown, he does not remember what he is, or why is he here, his oldest memory is being locked in a basement, a dark, damp basement.

His raising wasn’t much of a ‘raising’ he was nothing more than his ‘name’ a blood bag, every certain times his owners would come get his blood, using needles to pull it out as they knew just how difficult it is to stop sucking once you bite a fae, in fact, they had almost killed him several times when one got the brilliant idea of biting him, dear blood bag now will cry and scream if one were to bit him, as he absolutely hates it.

There was just one gentle hand in his life, his caretaker ‘Claire’ it is the only word he can say as of now ‘Claire’ other than that, he can’t talk or write, he does have a voice but since no one bothered enough as to talk to him, he never learned how to properly speak.

Back to Claire, it was her who set him free, on a fateful night, the hunters got to her group, a rogue one, and with the last bit of kindness she had she went to the basement to set him free, leaving him only with a medallion of the group, before sending him off on his own luck.

What does luck have in store for the lost fae?