To you my life is unusual, to me my life is boring. Yes I have wings. Yes I am a fairy. Yes I can preform magic. But what is so special about all of that? Nothing. Not when you live in constant fear of the Greater Ones. The ones above the surface. Not when you are constantly fearing the worst. Visquria is not brightly colored flowers and bushy tailed bunny rabbits. If we have any flowers they are blackened and wilted. If there are any bunnies they are ugly and feared. You do not want my life.

You may think "You get to fly!" or "You have magic!" but these are not gifts. These are our killers. These are the reason that we are hunted by the Greater Ones. These are the reason that we live in constant fear. But we cannot live without them. And we have come to terms with that. We will always

be hunted by the Greater Ones. We will always be hunted by YOU.