A young faerie sat alone in a silent forest. Crying softly, her tears ran down her face. She was a dark faerie, condemned to living a life of hatred and despair. A life she loathed above all else. Her long purple hair was messy, and there was dirt on her face. She cried for she remembered the injustice that she had just witnessed. The pain that she felt.
“Why?” she sobbed,”Why must things be this way? Must we always fight? Must we always hate?”Suddenly, a light appeared, floating above the young dark faerie. Already amazed, she jumped when it spoke.”You are a dark faerie, yet your heart is pure. You want to stop the war. How do you intend to do this?” The faerie lowered her eyes. “I am an outcast, hated by both sides. There is nothing I can do.”
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