Mother: What should we do? Her fever isn't going down, and feathers keep growing...
Father: We can’t just wait here. Let’s go seek help from the Druid.
It was after midnight. Most of the villagers were asleep; while Boyciana's parents were the only ones still awake, worriedly looking at their daughter. The girl's fever had been raging for days and from her skin grew bird feathers. Her parents sought the tribe's witch doctor for help, but his treatment did not alleviate her condition at all. Seeing that Boyciana's condition only took a turn for the worse, they could not help but think of the “Druid” with mystical power...
Before Boyciana fell ill, she appeared to be an ordinary child who was bright, lively, and loved to run around. However, there was one particular characteristic that made her different from the other children: she was excellent at hearing birds. As soon as she listened to a bird’s chirp, she could understand the bird's emotions which enabled her to determine weather or if there were any incoming dangers.
One time, before a storm struck her village, In the wind, Boyciana heard the birds’ hectic chirps. It was as if the end of her world; her mind shattered and her head ached. She had a high fever since that day and a few days later, feathers started to grow on her shivering body.
Mother: Almighty Druid! Please help our child!
Old Druid: This child...Could it be...?
Old Druid: The power of nature within her body is out of control! Right now, what we can only do is seal her power in a certain part of her body.
Boyciana’s parents brought their daughter out of the tribe during the night and sought the Druid living in seclusion in the forest. The Druid’s cabin stood under the moon’s radiance and was exuding an evident aura of tranquility. Boyciana’s parents hurriedly knocked on the door before a listless old lady opened the door.
The moment she saw Boyciana in her father’s arms, the old Druid's eyes brightened, her face turned serious. With the hem of her linen long dress dragging on the floor, the Druid welcomed them into her cabin.
The old Druid laid Boyciana down on a red carpet and started to undid the girl’s collar button as she murmured a spell. The Druid sprinkled brown powder onto Boyciana’s chest, causing her to cough violently while yelling: “It’s burning me, it’s burning me”...Suddenly the Stork Druid grabbed onto Boyciana’s ankles and pushed them downward — smoke belched from her legs as the girl began to calm down...
Mother: How’s my girl?
Old Druid: The feathers on her body will fall off in a couple days.
Old Druid: But the power of nature sealed in her legs is too immense. I’m afraid she won’t be able to walk again, unless...
Even though the old Druid predicted that Boyciana would never be able to walk properly for the rest of her life, her parents never abandoned her. Time passed by, and the little girl grew up peacefully until one day, a Human kingdom attacked their tribe in the name of Demon invasion. The village was thrown into chaos with fire and smoke everywhere as the villagers and the Human kingdom army fought each other.
However, the villagers were at a disadvantage; their spears were no match for the army’s metal swords. Boyciana’s fellow villagers fell one after another, with a painful cry followed by their last breath.
Tears streamed down Boyciana’s face as the power of nature in her legs resonated with the earth. With the support of a spear, she staggered toward the old Druid’s cabin. The Druid had already started a magic circle to summon the power of nature to help the tribe. As she was chanting her spell, she saw Boyciana approaching her, so she hurriedly helped the maiden enter her cabin to take shelter.
As she stepped into the cabin, she heard an unfamiliar voice...
???: ‘Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!’
Boyciana: ...Hm? Bird chirps?
???: ‘Chirp! Chirp!’
???: ‘Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!’
Boyciana: “Forest...fire...burn...” The Humans will burn the forest?
She could hear trepidation in the birds' chirps. Boyciana tried to locate the source of the sound before she noticed a feathered headdress on the wall gazing at her.
Old Druid: Boyciana! It’s time to meet your destiny!
Old Druid: If you wear the headdress, you’ll have to bear the responsibility of being a Druid. Do you wish to be a Druid?
Boyciana: If this can save the others...!
The old Druid restarted the magic circle outside her cabin as she explained to Boyciana that the headdress contained the soul of a stork. One who can resonate with the feathered headdress shall succeed the Druid-hood.
Old Druid: The time has come. I guess it is true when they say time makes the man.
Old Druid: Boyciana, if you wear the headdress, your legs will recover, but the price is...
The old Druid pulled up her linen dress, revealing a pair of fiery red bird legs.
Old Druid: You will become half-man half-bird like me. Do you think you will regret your decision?
Boyciana remained silent for a while before she wiped away her tears. Biting lightly on her lower lip, she trembled as she put on the feathered headdress — her legs were instantly filled with power...
As soon as Boyciana put on the feathered headdress, her legs could move again without any disability. A pair of wings also grew from her back, with feathers falling with her every move. The maiden dashed out of the cabin and flew toward the village to extinguish the fire and save the surviving villagers.
After the war, the lively village was no more and what was left was only rubble. The Human kingdom took over the village and changed it into their hunting grounds. The natives could only hide in a cave and struggle for survival.
Boyciana: I shouldn't have sought the army doctor to cure my legs. It was like walking right into their trap...
Boyciana: If it wasn’t for me, they might not have attacked. They wouldn’t even have known where our village was located...
Boyciana: And my parents would still be alive!
Witnessing the near-annihilation of her own tribe, Boyciana could not help but blame herself. She deeply believed that she was the cause of the war and no matter how the old Druid consoled her, she showed no signs of forgiving herself.
Old Druid: Child, a person cannot always live in the past and we, Druids, should be role models for the others.
Old Druid: Make good use of your wings and live in the moment. Protect everything you treasure.
Boyciana’s eyes were filled with tears and she stayed quiet. Even though she was absent-minded, the old Druid still assigned her with the mission of patrolling the forest.
Boyciana: Live in the moment? At this moment, I have nothing left to cherish!
Boyciana: I’m the cause of the war, but now I'm the one responsible for guarding the forest...? It’s a mistake...I don’t deserve...
Boyciana: I can’t move my wings?! Ah!
Boyciana: It hurts...and I can’t move my legs either...
Boyciana: Even the power of nature is leaving me, huh? Hahaha...
While Boyciana flew in the sky, the view was broad and boundless, but her heart was confined in her chaotic thoughts. When she began to lose faith in herself, her wings stopped moving. With a gust of wind, the feathers on her wings started falling off and Boyciana began to plummet from the sky! Fortunately, the forest was below her. The trees slowed down her fall, but she still heavily hit the ground.
The old Druid hurriedly walked to her after hearing the boom, and what she saw was Boyciana lying on the ground, with her legs having spasms and her face covered in tears as she laughed hysterically...
Since losing her wings and breaking her legs, Boyciana stayed lifelessly in her bed; the old Druid was very worried about her condition. The Druid was old, but she still had to continue bearing the responsibility of a Druid until it was her time to leave this world.
Before the old Druid passed away, Boyciana’s legs had recovered. She reminded Boyciana not to belittle herself and that she should believe in the stork’s decision. BBoyciana absent-mindedly listened to her, only to realize her responsibilities after the old Druid passed away.
Boyciana wore the feathered headdress again. She could feel power filling her body, yet there was no sign of her wings. As she often secluded herself in the cabin, it was not until she took a stroll in the forest did she notice that her tribe had been slowly and steadily reviving.
Although the village’s size could not compare to the past, the villagers helped each other with hopeful smiles on their faces. Boyciana was surprised to see this and the pain in her chest started to lessen gradually. She began to have this feeling: the want to protect this revived piece of land.
However, good days never last. A couple of days later, she received a report from villager that they saw soldiers of the Human kingdom wandering around the forest, and they overheard the kingdom’s plan to burn the forest down in order to vacate the land for agricultural use. Upon hearing this, Boyciana drew magic circles everywhere in the forest in preparation for another fight against them.
The Human kingdom set fire to the forest that night. Upon hearing sorrowful cries from the birds, Boyciana immediately began chanting the magic circles’ spells, but she could not channel her power at will so the magic circles did not come into full effect. The fire spread, which scared off the villagers and other animals.
Boyciana: Stork, I just want to protect this forest...
Boyciana: Power...You’re not willing to lend me just a bit of power?
Boyciana: I’m no better than an animal and don’t deserve your power to protect everything I cherish?!
Boyciana tried to evacuate the villagers while animals ran around in panic. A tall tree collapsed, blocking the ways of a number of deers and rabbit babies. Just as Boyciana wanted to help them, some adult deers and rabbits ahead turned their ways back and stood in front of their babies to protect them.
Boyciana: You could have lived. Why did you...
Boyciana could not help but think back to her parents. They also tried to protect her like the animal parents, so that she could escape the soldiers’ slaughter...
Boyciana: Love gives you the courage to sacrifice...
Boyciana: I see.
Just then, Boyciana could feel power spreading across her body from the feet. She jumped down from a tree as her hands morphed into a pair of wings. She brought wind and water to everywhere she flew by, putting out the fire. In a short while, the wildfire was completely extinguished.
Stork Druid - Boyciana: From this day onward, this forest is my life!