Dear hero, I know you mean well. But I am weakened in this prison of glass. Sometimes I wonder, would you ever let me out? I will do anything, just please free my soul.
I am more than a fairy, I am a person. I too have dreams, desires, and emotions. If only your human eyes could really see me, but I am far too small for you to see anything besides my glow. I do not mind, but sometimes we wonder- my sisters and I that is- what you think of us.
Not much I suppose, for I am your prisoner. My breath is short and pained as the oxygen runs out, the heat is locked inside slowly cooking me. I am hungry and thirsty, I cannot survive much longer.
Oh please dear hero, set my tortured body free.
You can see in the glass, where my nails have scratched, yearning for the sweet cold flavor of the water outside. Please hero, I wish not to die, I would care to see my sisters once again.
I know why you keep me, but surely you see, I am in just as much pain as you, oh please send me home. I wish not for you to die, or to get hurt either, but I need to fly, my wings are bent and weak as I. I cannot bear this adventure any further.
It is physical strain on my small fragile body, and it is an emotional and mental strain as I watch you endure. The scars across your flesh from bloodthirsty monsters, eager to force you to draw your last breath. You did not use me then, I would've eagerly ended your pain. Yet you force me to sit here and drown in the heat, I have no power to free myself.
Hence I endure, though it kills me to do so, I live on. I am tired and weak, but I have no other choice. So I lay here inside and slowly die, my glow fades away with the passing time.
Oh dear hero, I fear my time is near. I am nothing but a simple fairy within a million others. I am easily replaced, and no one will ever know my name, or my story.
But such is life, and our end will come no matter what.