Tragedy 2
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I was in heaven and this was my Eden. And for many years Tia and I lived happily in the community of fairies. But if it had stay that way none of my action would have made sense when Sarah arrived so the tragedy must continue. It was many years after my transformation and I was still happily living with Tia. The garden had become a utopia of fairies and it was becoming difficult for me to keep up with the size of the garden. One thing that I had not anticipated was the inhabitants of some pests. This nascence came in the form of wasps.
Now for a human, provided they are not allergic, a wasp sing hurts for a certain amount of time but goes away and all that is left is a mark that also will heal in time. In the underground it is very much the same, depending of your size. For me being a dwarf I was fine. Being stung hurt but it was not life threatening. For the fairies it was another thing. Many of the wasps were as big as the fairies and for them getting stung was life threatening. I knew that in order for me to protect my sister I had to find a way to fight off the wasps.
I traveled into the junk yard where I was able to procure a spray can and into it I poured my hate of wasps. When I tried spraying the wasps with this the results were impressive. The wasps fell dead when ever I hit them. I found that the can would never run dry as long as I had my hands on it. I would later learn that it worked on anything I wanted to kill. So began my war against the wasps. I asked one of the fairies to try and find the hive where the wasps lived and tell them that as long as they stayed away from my garden and my fairies I would have no problem with them, but anyone of them that entered into my garden I would kill. The response was quick and violent. The fairy never returned, in one piece.
I still did not want to attack the wasps I just wanted to ensure the safety of my sister and the garden, and as I told them every single wasp I saw enter into my garden was killed on sight by me. Eventually the wasps entered less and less into my garden. I thought that they were finally giving up and were going to leave us alone. Little did I know that all they were doing was building up forces to try and launch an all out offensive on my garden and the fairies.
Finally the attacks of the wasp ended. I waited a few days to ensure that the wasps were not sneaking in, but after a few more days I put my spray can away. Then the attack came. I was tending a section of the garden when suddenly I heard commotion and sound of pain coming from where my fairies lived. I rushed over and saw to my horror a swarm of wasps attacking everything that was living there. I rushed over to my spray can and ran back in. I blanked the entire area of the garden and when the smoke cleared the bodies of hundreds, maybe even thousands, of wasps on the ground scattered with bodies of fairies as well. I ran around in a panic searching for my sister. I finally found her and to my horror she had been stung. She was hit in the arm but it was still deadly for her. I lay her in her flower and I watched over her as she lay dying in front of my eyes.
The other fairies tried to comfort me and many more tried to help my sister. Each day her flower grew darker and each day I sank into a deeper and deeper depression. My garden was dying around me, but I did not care. I sat by and kept a vigilant watch over my sister for five more days. On the sixth day all color from my sister's flower was gone. I took her body and buried it in the middle of where our garden used to be. I placed her flower on top and sat there. My despair turned to anger towards the wasps and soon that hate transformed into hate. That hate turned into a rage and I was soon out to avenge my sister.