Strange beginnings

Talia found herself in the middle of an enclosing of trees. She couldn't remember how she got there, or why she was there, or even frankly much of who she was. She couldn't remember much of anything other than her name. She was laying on the ground, and she couldn't tell if she had fallen there or simply fallen asleep. The open space amongst the trees was very large, and the trees themselves were gigantic.

Talia sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her head, she thought that perhaps the trees were bigger than they should have been, but she wasn't sure why she thought that or what the proper size of the trees should be. She seemed to have no concept of size that was fitting with the environment around her.

She tried to stand up, but found that her legs could barely support. Luckily, she was near enough to one of the trees that she was able to slowly make her way to it and prop herself up against it. She briefly registered how tiny her hand appeared to be on the wood of the giant tree. As she rested against the tree and attempted to massage her legs, she tried to remember how she had gotten there. In doing so, her back began to ache. She wondered if perhaps she had landed on it, but she couldn't remember.

After a while, she felt confident enough in her legs that she was able to stand up. After a few shaky steps she managed to find her stride, and began making her way around the tree to see where she was. On the other side of the tree was a forest, all as big as the enclosing she was in. Just then, a giant bird flew over head, and she found herself unable to look away from it. Everything was so big here! Or maybe, she began to realize, it was that she was just very small.

She tried to find her way through the forest, but it was just too big and dense, and she couldn't keep track of where she was going or make good ground without becoming tired. As she walked, she became more and more aware of the dull ache in her back. She tried to reach around and feel if there was anything there, and her fingers grazed against something paper thin. The feeling made her back twitch.

"Where is this place?" she wondered aloud. "What is happening to me?"

"This is our forest," replied a voice from above. "And you seem to have forgotten how to use your wings, it seems."

Talia looked around for the source of the voice but saw no one. Suddenly a young man dropped from the sky in front of her, landing effortlessly, and as he stood she saw he had a beautiful set of butterfly wings growing from his back. "Who are you?" she demanded, leaping back in surprise.

"My name is Bimaal," the man responded. "You must not be from around here, I don't recognize you. Where are you from?"

"I... I can't remember. I can't seem to remember anything." Talia looked down at her feet, embarrassed.

"You poor thing," he cooed, stepping carefully towards her. She didn't back away or make him stop. "Let me help you. What's your name?"

"Talia."

"Talia, you look like your wings could use a good stretch."

"What wings? I don't remember having wings."

Bimaal placed a hand on the square of her back, running a finger down her spine. The sensation made her shiver, and suddenly she heard an unfurling as the wings growing out of her back stretched out. The ache in her back seemed to groan in relief. "W-what are you doing to me?" she asked.

Bimaal chuckled. "You really don't know, do you?" he asked in response. Talia shook her head.

"You're a fairy."