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The prompt for this story is the following picture:
My Entry
The Maker was almost done.
It had been a long road but this one was nearly ready to be let back out into the fleet.
Sometimes, a fairy would come back so damaged that repairs would take weeks, even months. This one had been in particularly bad shape. It had taken an emergency retrieval squad just to bring her in alive.
The Maker recalled how the wings had been missing. There had been other visible damage but the missing wings told the whole story. It meant the worst had happened. Only the most damaged would lose their wings. The reason for this was simple.
Only a fairy could remove her own wings.
As she fluttered about, the Maker couldn’t help but ponder both sides of the equation.
On the one hand, to remove one’s own wings was to deny who you were. How tortured one must be to no longer want to be a fairy; to no longer help the helpless, give hope to the hopeless or grant wishes for those that dreamed of places beyond the horizon.
On the other hand, there was the one thing that could drive a fairy to give up everything.
It was always the same thing.
Love.
What must that be like? wondered the Maker. What could be so strong in a fairy that she would do anything to keep it?
The Maker fluttered back and surveyed her work. The easy part was done. Now came the waiting. Any Maker could repair wings or replenish stardust; but when the damage was deep that it couldn’t be seen, all anyone could do was wait.
For only time could mend a broken heart.
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