Let's continue...
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The little fairy was beyond annoyed now. First it was a green skinned ginger, a purple clothed boy, than some D-bag trying to play tag... though the caterpillar part was funny!
The search for a suitable, perfect fountain was hard and long. To find a new place to help expand the fairy population was the goal, a long goal with dumps.
Speaking of dumps, here's another adventurer trying to capture him. Sigh, these people and their strange diluted dream. Really what was the point of fairy catching? Besides the extra lives in dungeons, but still. Why him?
Easily flying past the person, the little fairy took his sword's hilt and hit him on the back of the head. That should but a little time.
Flying and destroying these annoying Keese, the fairy found a nice bush to rest for the night. Before closing his eyes he turned the light covering his body off... better that than being found.
Dreaming the same usual dream, the single fairy imagined a boy - a man with a sword; kind, gentle and strong. Just the thrill the dream gave almost made him want to shine again. But no, right now sleep.
In the midst of the dream the boy heard his name, the same name he had. That name was...
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That name was... still not telling! Not yet anyway.