While the joyous play games

I soar through the sky as spirit of wind there could be little that brings me down. Literally!

I race with my friend across town and seas. Forests and mountains some beautiful others not so much but what should I care.

What use are names we just call each other by song we dance and move with the wind truly this is wonderful. There is nothing more freeing.

(I planned to make this more happy and stupid than the others but it only came out as nonsense even worse than normal so it's tweaked)

As alway me and "?,:$)' played together joyfully. Me and "?,:$)' had always been favorites of the sky king. As today was the great sky kings anniversary we finished making wreaths with the dryads permission and the faeries help.

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(After self debate the guy's an 混蛋 )

This brat the most favored of the sky king carefree as ever. With is pale white skin, plump red lips, smooth lithe body, of course the king loves him most. Frolicking with flowers is perfect for a sissy like him. Ha and he doesn't even know what's going to happen. Every one knows he's the most favored of us but he won't be bound to the Sky king. According to his official words

"I care for him deeply but I need to be bound to this plain for beings of the sky to remain therefore I shall marry you" at first I was excited this meant he loved me more right. But then he list several conditions that automatically make it worse than I thought it could ever be.

They were as follow. First of all, he would never be my lover. He is merely using me as a binding force. Therefore I will forever be trapped in the palace. When he chose to marry me over the brat it wasn't because he loved me more. It was because it would be the same as binding his precious brat till his discontinued existence.

I decided if I'm going to be trapped forever their both gonna pay for it. All I have to do is kill the brat to punish the sky king but what to do with the brat. Until the perfect opportunity came. While grabbing gifts we have to take a physical form or it goes right through us. This time he was entering a small crevice as a mouse sized person to grab a shiny object he found.

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I found the perfect gift the sky king would surely love it. It looked like strangely shaped crystals at first but I think it would look great if I took the whole stone as it formed a nice gathering of clouds pattern. As I walk out i can't find. Suddenly I feel something pushing me forwards. Though I didn't fall far enough for real damages that was strange. Then I felt a sudden sharp pain from my lower half as though something was slowly crushing it I couldn't focus on turning into my non physical form.

For a few minutes I'm just screaming. Tears in my eyes everything to blurry to focus. It hurts as I turn to check everything goes black.

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