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"What are you doing, my little fairy?" the voice asked. "You!" cried Frita out loud, skidding to a stop in midair. Fortunately it had been a few minutes since she'd passed out of earshot of any other fairies, as far as she could tell. "You're making me feel this way, aren't you?" "I made you into a fairy. You feel the way a fairy would. Tell me, how could you do this to Taurill?" She hesitated. Suddenly she was so confused. Why was she doing this to Taurill? He made her very happy, and he was so sad to see her leave so suddenly... She loved being a fairy... No! That was the problem! She wasn't a fairy! She was... She... What had her name been? "Oh dear," sighed the voice. "My dear sweet thing, I cannot bear to see you so confused and lost. I will help you further, stop you from doing this to yourself." "I just want to know who I really am," Frita admitted, voice wobbling, tears trembling on her long lashes. "That I can help with. Your name is Frita. You are a wood fairy of the rainbow variety, a fairly unusual kind. You love singing, dancing, animals, food, and making clothes, as all fairies do. Your home is Blueleaf, and Taurill loves you." "Yes... yes," said Frita vaguely, finding it all to be true, as she sank slowly to the grass beneath her, losing the will to continue hovering. Her misgivings had melted away, and she found herself trusting the voice completely. The voice continued,
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