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Golden. A rare colour for faeries. Especially for eyes. Usually they would would have that dark brown warm look or the innocent green eyes.
When she had been accepted into the army, she was remarked by her bravery but was made fun of by the way he looked or shined in the sunlight. The faery, had lovely golden eyes, wings large and magnificent, her clothing. Now her clothing was unique from the others, she had blue and golden tunic with white billowy pants with no shoes. Her hair was long and beautiful, the colour of a hazel dome would say.
The faery did not walk around or wonder around alone. In fact she had a small companion, sometimes with very annoying habits. The little creature was small and adorable. It had wings the colour of golden, it's skin tone being tanned. It's hands soft and dainty, clothing soft as silk and eyes big and brown.
Faeries who got companions like her is were extremely rare. These creatures liked to be independent and alone. Always hating other people or creatures. One reason was probably because it's needle like teeth. The small creature sometime had hair on their heads or not, some had powers some didn't.
The faeries companion was no bigger then her palm, her small friend had human like figure and habits. First off was their curiosity, a humans curiosity was worse then a faeries, if something dangerous happened the would go seek it out and find out what happened unlike a faery, they would flee at a moments notice.
Oh, something I forgot. Her companion had the name of Lucy. The faery and Lucy got along, most of the time but she was there when the faery needed her most. Like right now.
" Aren't you going to research why this war started? " Lucy said as the faery was leaving the castle.
" Why should I? If the war started it must have been a good reason to continue for so many years." The faery stated. Lucy shook her head.
" What if they happen to lose and not understand the reason? What if that reason was forgotten? And if so, you would be wasting your life probably for a stupid reason! " Lucy said trying to convince that wild faery.
The faery stopped her movements and looked into the air thoughtfully. Soon she sighed and bowed her head. " Alright, off to the library. " she stated with determination, then flying off towards the library in the kingdom.
Flying at a fast speed and Lucy holding on for her life, they made it to the library. The library was large and massive, containing thousands of books collected and written over the years. The faery walked and started to look around aimlessly, not knowing what to search for, but with Lucy by her side she was guided to a large aile with small and larges book about the war and before it.
Looking through the books titles she found a small hard cover book, cover in leafs, moss, flowers and. . . A sea shell? The faery had never seen a sea shell in her life up until now. It was beautiful, small round and smooth. She took the book off the shelves not in interest of what was inside but what it was decorated in. The moss was still moist and damp, even though for being in the shelves it shouldn't be. The leaves haven't dried up and crumbled to pieces, while the flowers never dried.
The faery quickly asked Lucy to fetch her a book on flowers that existed about 50 years ago. Lucy surprisingly found one, it was a large book with a few ripped pages and dents there. She quickly grabbed the book and searched through it. Your probably wondering, why is she looking up flowers? Shouldn't she be looking how they survived for so long? Well, the thing is, is that the flowers on this small book didn't exist in the present but once did 50 years ago.
As the faery skimmed through the pages she found out even the moss, the leaves and flower all existed 50 years ago. They were beautiful, but yet why were they destroyed and never seen again? How come they looked so fresh on this book? What about that sea shell? The sea shell? Why was the sea shell there?
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