#dodo.

They take you for a fool, pools of vipers hissing and spitting at your heels while smiling to your face. You know what they say behind your back, know what they call you: blind, incompetent, a broken down marionette only capable of dancing to her tune. It’s a familiar routine by now, easy to take the backseat and let someone else play puppet-master with your heartstrings. Who did it first? Your family? Friends? When everyone you were meant to trust in your life take turns putting knives in your back instead, you have two options: succumb and let their blades find a home under your skin, or adapt and learn how to turn their weapons on them. So let them call you what they will; there’s more cunning hidden behind those eyes than white lies and half-truths let on. You’re not as clueless as they think, and you have your own agenda to follow.

Each fairy is connected to a special task, that task is their lifes work. Their is a specific kind of fairy to tend to specific plants and animals. When that animal or plant becomes extinct, so does that breed of fairy.