Do You Believe In Magic?

Innocence, that's what I was made of. Abnormally pure, and the last of my kind. I was put on this earth to heal it. Heal it of its stain. My kind makes the earth clean. We nourish the planet and give it strength. Unfortunately we've been wiped out. I haven't found one of my kind in a very long time. The only other fairy I know of is my sister, Anita. We've been protecting a small forest for the past fifty years trying to preserve earth's natural beauty. I'm one hundred and fifty years old, but I look eighteen. Anita is only a few years older than me, one hundred and seventy. Our kind has been on this earth for a hundred years. We were wiped out once man began destroying our natural habitats. They ripped the ground from underneath us and tore it to shreds. They destroyed our trees in which our homes resided. They killed us, and yet because of my nature, it's hard for me to even resent them for it.