A gentle breeze swept past the form of a young maiden atop a smoothe gray stone, her slender hands placed upon her lap. Strands of her shimmering red hair blew into the air, creating the illusion of dancing flames along the forest edge in which the young maiden was quietly sitting. Her eyelids closed slowly around two brilliant emerald eyes. Oh those eyes! They reflected the very being of existance. When one gazed upon her green orbs it was said that they will be moved to tears from the sheer widom and wonder that they held.
The women had no name, for no word could describe her beauty and grace. Those who knew her, just refered to her as "The Fallen." She swiftly stood up on her sandled feet, the simple forest green dress flowing around her hour-glass shaped body. In her hands, was a single white rose. The tips were dashed with the color of blood red. She sighed heavily, for her mortal beauty could hide her true age, but she could not hide it from herself. The fairy-women stretched her large delicate violet wings and gazed out into the sky, as if waiting. Waiting for the love she so desperatly desired....
Life is short....so kiss slowly.....
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see. The reward for this faith is to see what you believe.
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