She watched the fighting demigods, her face stony.
Oh, how foolish, they are!
She felt no emotion.
Her face remained impassionate.
Why should she care? It wasn't her war.
It was foolishness, all of it.
Fighting, she thought, would be their demise.
She sat on the rose watching.
Friend against friend, lover against lover, sibling against sibling, teacher against student, family against family, so much sadness…so much death.
But nevertheless, she carried on, watching without a shard of emotion or even pity.
She had lost her ability to feel pity when her family died.
She had lost her ability to feel sadness when her best friend perished in the fire.
She had lost her ability to feel emotion when her home, the one with the roof lined with lilies, was destroyed, by them.
And so the fairy flew away, her iridescent wings gleaming in the dim sunlight.
She had sleeping to do, and did not want to waste her precious time on watching half humans fight.