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They all woke differently. Faeries born to save or destroy the world. How they were met would change that.
The Black Cat yawned out of its sleep the moment the sunset left the sky torching black, slinking off into the depths of foliage. A sliver of green light followed it, winding around its tail.
The Fox stretched, grinned mischievously and poked the sleeping form next to it, before dancing silently under the full moon.
Shortly after, the Turtle slowly opened its eyes and gazed softly, almost knowingly, at the stars. They seemed to twinkle back, illuminating the ridges and patterns on its shell.
The Butterfly spread its wings sending a small rush of air in a circle around it that made the grass flutter softly back.
The Peacock got its head stuck under a tail feather bright with plumage, but still managed to make the moment it finally emerged graceful.
There was one left to wake.
As shades of rose began to kiss the horizon, the Ladybug unfurled her wings and rose with the sun.