Hours seemed to stretch endlessly as Ty lay on his cell bed, gazing up at the ceiling. Reaching into his pockets, he searched for the fairy, only to find she was no longer there. "When did she leave?" he sighed, a sense of loneliness briefly washing over him. With nothing else to occupy his mind, he let his eyes close, gradually drifting off to sleep under the cold, hard gaze of the prison ceiling.
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Meanwhile, the fairy zipped through the night sky, fueled by a determination to prove her worth. "I will show I can be useful!" she declared to herself, the wind whipping past her as she flew.
The recent encounter with the tall, intimidating man lingered in her mind. "The tall guy mentioned luck and even tried to kill me! He's gotta be a bad guy for sure!" she reasoned, convinced that following him would uncover valuable information she could bring back to Ty.
