- Butterfly -



    A huge crowd had gathered at the town square that morning, curious about the strange news that had spread like a fire through the homes of the village last night. A fairy. Someone had captured a real fairy. Everyone wanted to see it for themselves, a fairy wasn't something common nowadays. Trowa made his way through the crowd, crawling on the ground, pushing his way past reluctant onlookers until he finally was at the front of the queue. And the it was; a golden cage, with a note on it that read "for sale". At the bottom of it a tiny little unconscious figure lay. A fairy. His fairy. Quatre. His heart fell like a stone in a dark well. There was no way he would ever be able to get Quatre back without raising a whole lot of attention, and there was no way he could gather enough gold coins in one day to buy him back. Quatre was lost.

*embarrassed smile* Um... Quatre's holding a dagger, 'cause his evil relatives has ordered him to kill himself. He's an outcast - a fairy with freaky butterfly wings.

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