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Sparra looked down the hill towards the road and its two mushrooms. It had been an exciting journey to get this far, dodging the red faerie cats and black wolves.
She grinned. The fun was just beginning. After all, she had yet to meet one of the mortal races.
Her brothers had often told stories about the craftiness of mortals and how they had won wishes or the treasure of a hapless leprechaun.
She smirked. Of course, there were stories about leprechauns who tricked the foolish and cruel, leading them to destruction.
Sparra glanced over her shoulder, towards the ancient forest that had been her home for so very long. It bothered her to leave the trees of her parents, siblings, and cousins.
She was still so young! She barely knew how to use the sword and shield her fifth brother had given her!
Sparra stood up abrubtly, her red hair glinting in the sunlight. She had no treasure to call her own and not the power to grant a wish, but she was strong and fit.
And, she smiled nastily, she had all the power needed to destroy.
The End