The Fairy grew tired of waiting around for the perfect prince for her. She wanted to venture out, but she knew it was dangerous for her. Most importantly she wanted to keep her wings safe, after hearing some in the war had broken theirs. She saw the tears in Mavericks wing too, worried for something like that ever happening to her. Though her wings felt so strong now, she still didn't like her position as a Sigma in Hawthorne. She wanted to feel safer, and it made her feel better knowing that this time the gossip wasn't about Hawthorne involved in a war. Tarben was to be striking again, this time at Sabertooth.
She sighed at the thought, growing restless. Hawthorne was what sat between the two packs. The night was far too long, and she couldn't help but keep tossing and turning. Her bright eyes not wanting to stay shut. So she exited her den, only to see the shadowy figure of none other than her father flying into the sky. Her confusion met with speed as she flew after him, wanting to know where he was going. Perhaps to visit uncle Bastians grave? It couldn't be. As they moved effortlessly through the sky, she saw where he was going. The lights, what were they? She saw her father fall from the sky, and in a quick gasp she darted under him to cushion his blow. Yet she too was knocked unconscious.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"& put your tears back in your eyes?"
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