The little girl was a pretty thing. She had golden hair, and silver starlight in her azure eyes. She was a creature born of magic and mystery. Sitting in the middle of the field of magnolias, all shadowy from the night, she waited for her present. This gift was promised to her eons ago, but it was this night that she was instructed to wait in a field of magnolias, for a messenger who would deliever her mysterious present.
The cool night breeze tickled the soft grass covering the field, whipping up residual magic as it passed it tendrils through the flowers. The little girl watched the night sky, scanning it for a sign - there was none. She decided to wait...and wait...
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