Like all babies, I was born. I say this because many people will assume that I came into being in some strange other way. Sprung fully grown from the head of my father perhaps. Or emerged from an oyster shell like a pearl. Or hatched from the egg of a swan. If so, I am sorry to disappoint such fanciful readers.
Faeries are born just like humans, amidst blood and screams from both the mother and the child. And I was no different in that way, Of that much I am sure.
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