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"Lost and Found Again" by geniusbulb
Scellea woke up in the middle of the forest. There was a Kacheek farmer standing over her with a pitchfork in his paw and a very angry look on his face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he said. “You can’t just sleep wherever you want. This is my property!”
She tried to speak but found her beak was full of leaves. She spat it out. “Sorry—” she began.
“Oh, just get out of here,” said the farmer. “Kids these days!”
So she got out. She did not know where she was. Her wings, thankfully, still worked, and after she’d flown up a little distance, she could see that she was just outside the walls of Altador; she’d crashed into some Altadorian farm. But—
She flew into the city, landed near one of the reflecting pools, and stared at herself. She was a Faerie Eyrie, a little dusty, with a few leaves still stuck in her feathers. She remembered her name but nothing else about herself, even where she’d come from. She had nothing to her name.
“It looks like I’m here for now,” she said to herself. Even the short flight from the farm to the city had exhausted her, and she suspected that one of her wings was sprained. She was hungry, too. She walked instead of flying to Exquisite Ambrosia, where the cheerful Skeith shopkeeper stood selling mountains of bread and grapes and fresh cheese.
“What do you mean, you don’t have any money?” he said to her.
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