In a world where there was small creatures called 'Fairies'. There are two types of fairies, Butterfly or Moth. They roamed around forests and meadows, brining giggles and laughter with them, That was before humans destroyed their homes to build cities and towns. The fairies were powerless with their magic towards human machines and they were forced out and had to move. Farther and farther away into deep parts of the woods, never to be seen again. Now in modern times, Fairies are just stories that parents tell their children to get them to bed or have them to behave.

You were taking a jog down your local park listening to music, but then in the middle of your jogging it got windy. it go strong that it gave you dry eye, so you decided to take a rest on a bench. you turned off your music to enjoy the sound of nature in the park, until in the middle of the moment something crashed into your face, you thought it was a leaf for a moment until it started to crawl and grip onto your nose. you try swat whatever was on your face away but it gripped onto your hand instead. You finally got a good look at the strange thing to only realise, it was a Fairy, a Moth one! You thought those weren't real, but here was one gripping onto your hand right now! The poor thing was shaking and holding on to your fingers for dear life, The wind blows him around in your hand from his small size.

"Cold.. Too windy.." The Moth fairy mumbled as he tried to crawl down your jacket's arm sleeve into your jacket for a warm place to hide.