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posted by owleyes1316
This is just my personal opinion, as there is no designated list of the types of fairies.

There are 5 main types of fairies: light, night, water, nature, and air. Each of them has sub-categories, which are as follows:

Light: Fire, Sun, Common Light
Night: Moon, Star, Midnight
Water: Ocean, Snow and Ice, Freshwater, Rain, Mist
Nature: Forest, Flower, Animal
Air: Wind, Storm, Common Air

The fairies of the different types have a bit of control over whatever their type is. For example, a rain fairy would have control over the rain. Not complete control. They don't make the rain. They could do simple things like decide how fast it falls, where it goes, and how it splashes on the ground. Their clothing also reflects their type, and so does their personality.
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'A Group of Singers'


"It's just so rude!" Jessica kept saying over and over.

We were now on the bus to the palace, and I was doing nothing else than hearing Jessica complaining about what had happened. I was as annoyed as ever. With the corner of my eye, I could see Ermi chuckling at me. You must be finding this hilarious, huh? I thought to myself, momentarily shooting my brother a glare. I was so going to take revenge.

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"A simple, 'Tell me who you are already, will ya?'!" Elisa added,...
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All of my life I've wanted to go to places I've never been to. But sadly, those dreams will never become reality. In my wooden tree house, my room is as brown as coffee. I sigh. Flying to my dresser, I pick my leaf bag up and over my shoulder. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "Come in!" I respond. The door opens with pixie dust behind it. I see my mother with her usual cinnamon brown hair in a bun. "Good morning, Jessamine." She lays her hand on my right cheek. For being a sixteen-year-old pixie, I still love my mother. "Are you about to leave?" My mother asks me. "Yes I am." "Good luck on your first day!"...
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