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If only you humans could understand... but alas, you will not believe me....
I am not what I seem. What you perceive standing before you is merely a shell, far to small for my spirit. I was born to be bourn upon the lunar winds. My hands now are to small to wield the sword I forged from the alchemist's trappings... that wretched beast... Alas, not even my ears can hold the weight of my near-lovers gifts. And now, my
true love will never hold me, though he tried before my body fell away. I can hardly bear to look into his face... his eyes seem so grieved... and it is because of me.
This curse! Oh what I would give to retrieve once and for all time the body that I am torn from! Will this curse never end? I have payed my lord's--
my debt, Oberon. You cruel magician! When will your return to me what you stripped away!
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Chronicle of Ages
Have you ever danced with the King of Faries? I have, and Titania was jealous.
Alas, I hope you humans will learn from my fate... never trust the King of Faries, or any of his kind. Death is surely wiser choice. I will share with you my mind and past... the oh, so distant past... and perhaps you will be spared my pain.
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