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Finally they arrived at the remote island which housed the Faerie Queen's castle. On the fourth day they were back, after a dress large enough to cover such a large creature as a human had been crafted, Amaralis gave the order for her faeries to restore the butterfly which had traveled faithfully with them for the entire year. Though many were loath to replace this beautiful creature with a bland, clumsy, oafish human being, of course they complied with their Queen's wishes. And soon enough, there stood before them a diminutive young girl [5249], very small for a human but enormous for a faerie. Her soft blonde hair tumbled about to her waist. She was also stark naked, but the faeries quickly produced the dress they had made. It was constructed from the biggest leaves they had on the island, about the size of the human's face, and many long strands of grass for the skirt. Because of the number of components it had, they knew it could not be comfortable, but her enchantment would distract her from such a silly thing as discomfort. Now, the girl had just spent a year as a butterfly. Her mind was very, very far from clear, and she blinked groggily, looking around but not really appearing to take in anything that she was seeing. And when the faeries began to sing, her dazed, confused look was replaced by an empty smile and a blank but serene expression. She was used, of course, for heavy lifting. And she never had any idea what was happening. She just listened to their songs and experienced a very pure and simple joy. That was the only emotion she ever felt. Even when nobody was singing, the high lasted for many hours after she'd actually heard music. And times without music were rare. There were always a few guards on her when she didn't have a task, and at least one of them was supposed to be singing at all times. The faeries came to enjoy her presence. Often they would braid flowers into her hair and adorn her with accessories they had made from what grew on their island. She never stopped them, of course. She never had time or opportunity for cognizant thought. And she was blissfully unaware of time passing around her. Had they not fed her, she would have starved to death. Had they not given her drink, she would have been dead inside a week.
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