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"Dixie's Wings" by she_chose_love
Did you know that faeries are not born with their wings? They have to work hard to earn them. It’s crazy right? When everyone thinks of a faerie they immediately think of huge, gorgeous, colorful wings. In reality, most regular people do not know how much hard work and effort it takes for a faerie to actually earn their gorgeous and colorful wings.
Let me tell you the story of how Dixie earned her wings.
It was a day like any other, Dixie was playing with her friends after neo-school. It was bright and sunny, the sky was a clear crystal blue, birds were chirping, children were laughing, everything was great. Then there was a loud, ear shattering scream. It sounded like the world had stopped spinning. All of Dixie’s friends froze, no one had ever heard a noise like that before. They all knew something had to be very wrong.
“What was that horrible sound?” Dixie wondered, her thoughts were quickly interrupted by another ear shattering scream. She didn’t even stop to think, before she knew what was happening, she found herself running. Dixie did not know where she was going, but she knew that she had to get there fast. She ran for what felt like seconds, but in these moments, she covered a lot of ground. Looking around, Dixie realized that she was running through a forest. She kept running and running, somehow she knew right where she was supposed to go.
As Dixie kept running she knew that she was close to the place she was running to. Suddenly Dixie saw a rushing river up ahead, with a little blue Poogle standing right beside the river. The Poogle had a terrified look on her face. Dixie ran over to the Poogle and asked her if she was okay. The Poogle said that she wasn’t okay and upon further conversation, Dixie learned that her name was Tawny and she was the one screaming.
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