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*.Sprites.*

Heyo
I don't exactly know what this is but yeh anways enjoy :>

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a lonely sprite that drifted where ever the wind took it some sad some happy but mostly sad the spirts life seemed to be full of sadness and grief. No body seemed to know much about the blue spirte he was just there all alone by itself feeling self pity.

Untill one day the spirte seemed to grow a liking to a lovely white spirte in particular the wind spirte it was quite the agressive sprite but it seemed to have a slight hatred for the sad but it did seem to stick to the blue like glue never leaving its side
, though it acted like it hated the water sprite in other words the wind sprite had a a secret love for the water and hoped for them to one day fall in love ever so deep he loved the water with all its heart and being but it would never tell a soul never speak a word of it's warmth for the blue but it could help admire the enchantment of the sprite

The feelings the wind keep to itself became to much for the white to bare and slowly but surely the wind began to push the blue away, again putting the water back in to solitude and dooming it for sadness and loneliness for the rest of it immortal life

One day fate once again pulled white and blue back together again, the wind didnt take meeting his once freind the ,water, it got mad and sent a mighty tornado over the forest destroying everything in the mighty winds path untill it managed to calm down but now this is when the blue realised he was never liked and destined to be alone forever which further depressed the sprite and caused it to hide away from everyone and everything

This caused a drought through out the country killing hundreds of people and sprites alike, this kept on for months further decaying at the population.

All of the sprites started noticed the effect of the absence off the water and each of the sprites tried to get him out of his depressive state but all the sprites failed and the wind didn't even try.

The drought continued for months and years untill the white sprite has had enough and started to accompany the water more and more and more and pulled him out of his depressive state falling in love all over again.

And the water and wind was once again