Fairies have different shapes of wings for each of its kind, but colours represent their deepest thoughts and feelings. Pure for lights and hatred for dark. Thus, fear those with black feathers and delight upon white pure ones.
-Excerpt from 'The Essential Book of Human Survival'.
Jonathan Lorth.
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"Is it true?" Elrin tilted her head to the side, eyes staring at a corner on her left side, facing a single tree standing high and proudly amidst thin trees. Biting her lips, she gazes down at her bare feet, playing with the colourful pebbles scattered near the edge of the lake.
Elrin seems hesitant for a bit, she raises her head and sees her mother's beautiful orbs, the same colour within hers.
"There's a rumour," Elrin turned around once again, a little perturbed at the prospect of getting the answer she had desperately wanted, "The reason why you like this, because you save a human."
