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Jin sat down, surprised. In front of him, was a fairy—a race long extinct. He sat down, scrutinizing her wings. No wonder why her eyes were so inhuman.
Sylvia slowly walked to the edge of the building. She joined Jin on his slumping perch. "Did you get surprised?" she asked, wanting to know if he was satisfied.
Jin fumbled. "But fairies are ... dead. All of them. Extinct."
Sylvia looked up at the sky. "No. They're not extinct. I'd say there are about a hundred more of us. However," she frowned, "being a fairy is a major burden. I'm the size of a human. I'm basically a human with wings. Wings ... that don't even work."
Jin sighed. "What do you mean?"
