All you knew was you been living in a cell for a few weeks now. You were a light fairy who was kidnapped by dark fairies. You had manacles on your ankles and wrists. You couldn't figure out why would they take a normal light fairy in instead of someone more special in hostage

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You were current sitting down and gazing on your feet before you sense another presence, you tilted your head up to see the dark king fairy's son, Scaramouche glaring at you.