Kalia felt the wind on her face and smiled through her troubles. Ah, it felt so good to fly again. She looked down and saw her friends below her. She loooked back up and swooped under a flock of crows. She closed her eyes, adrenaline coursing through her veins. When she opened her eyes, she looked down and saw arrows pointed up at her. She realized with horror that these people must not know about fairies, and since the whole field was covered with them, it was too late to get away. The arrows flew up at her.
[ July 28, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
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