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!ikOpDWm3h. 01/16/12(Mon)04:17 No. 33304504 I have an idea for a story. An elder in a fairy glen has a vision, the Doom approaches and the glen is doomed. The younger of the faeries scoff at first at the withered old loon, she lost her wings so long ago and her sanity too. She tries to warn the brash warriors that they could not fight the Doom, it has magic of another time. She looks at one lone scout, her hair a s blue as joke, the others left to follow the songs of battle and this one stayed behind. "Young one, you must trust my dying words, this fight your sisters plan only hastens their doom, I faced this demon when I was your age, I escaped it one day, it took away my wings. I need you to fly, far away to the west, fly to our cousins in the Whitetail forest." Before she could argue with the elder a pouch was given too her, as the chimes of war began to sound, all around the glen. "Go Swiftly, and do not look back, you can mourn us later, nut not join us, I forbade it. Now fly, and may the Everfree protect you young one." The fairy darted past her sisters in armors of dresses and grass, her path deadset and vanished past the hovel. The battle began as the demon approached to the faeries a demon known only as the Doom. It truck with surgical accuracy, to capture it's prey, the fighters soon found them in capsules and their will fading away.The unicorn carefully filled all of her jars with glee, making sure to leave nothing behind.>A single blue light could be seen flitting from branch to branch as her goal was insight, an hour of flying was exhaustive and the signs were showing. At last she arrived in her clans cousin clan The fairies of Whitetail helped the fairy of Everfree she was fed and given water and allowed to rest. She only had one line to tell and knew she had no home, the glen was lost, the demon took them all. The glens moved and defended for weeks at a time, to make sure no such attacks would happen this time.