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Writing Prompt #918
As a fairy, you live in a hidden kingdom deep within woods. Most of your kind grow wings when they reach puberty. However, yours never grew. Now 20 years old, you are shunned by both family and friends. You watch sadly as the rest of your generation takes flight and chooses their mates while you are left on the ground, with no one to share your heart. Dismayed, you leave the kingdom and go elsewhere, hoping to find a wingless mate who will accept you. While on your search, you find a fairy who lost one of his wings during a battle. You aren't sure how he feels, but you instantly fall for him.
It’s been three months since my generation found their mates. No one wanted to mate with me because my wings never grew. When there was only male that didn’t find a mate. King James went over to him and asked if he was willing to mate with me. He looked me up and down. A look of distaste came over his face and he shook his head. “I would rather be mateless.” The male says and King James, nods. After hearing him says that I walked away from the party. I left the kingdom and haven’t looked back. I found myself laying down up against the trunk of huge tree.
I hear a male says. “Fucking hell!” and then a thud. I scramble up from the ground and around the tree. I see a male fairy crumpled on the ground. I get over to him and help him get to a sitting position. “Who are?” He asks sounding dazed. I don’t answer him because I’m staring at his one wing. I hear him groan and that pulls me back into my body. “Who?” He asks again then passes out. I’m the one to groan this time. I was planning on moving today. Guess that’s not happening. I plop down on the ground next to him. Before I knew it, I feel asleep.
I slowly wake up to someone brushing hair off my face. I hear a male voice say “Dear God, she is a beautiful Madam.” I open my eyes and see bright green staring back at me. I squeal and try to back away from him but I’m stuck between him and the fucking tree. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He rushes out while slowly backing away from me. He takes 4 steps back and just stands there. As I am freaking out I notice that he only has one wing. That pulls me from my freak out.
“What happened to you?” I blurt out.
He chuckles and sits down in the spot he stopped at. “I could ask you the same thing.” He says back. “But I lost my wing in the last battle of Fae. What happened to you?” He asks.
“Mine never grew.” I mumble out. He moves scoots closer.
“What? I didn’t hear you.” He says as he is right in front of me again.
“They never.” I trail off not looking at him.
“You can tell me. I won’t judge you.” He says reaching out and running a thumb long my cheek.
“They haven’t grown yet.” I say and he wipes his thumb along my cheek again.
“That’s okay.” He says. “No need to cry. In my kingdom, those without wings are held just as high as the king and queen.” I quickly look at him with shock.
“Really? I’m an outcast in my kingdom.” I ask.
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