Where is home?

Once upon a time, a fairy was born homeless from a lily deep in the forest of Grimville. Her snow-white face, pink cheeks and frosty blue eyes were enough to tame a beast. Though the dark forest was no place for a fairy like her. It contained fierce werewolves, trolls and corrupt bears with red eyes. To top that, the trees towered up blocking any light to come through. Two winters passed by, her lily cocoon bloomed fully, revealing a bright young fairy. AS she opened her eyes, she glanced around at the endless dark forest around her. She slowly slid down a petal. Twirling around so she stole a look of her wings. She flapped them once, twice, thrice and up she went. The shine of her wings was so bright she became the firefly in the dark. Which meant attraction to her! Suddenly, a pack of werewolves appeared behind her sprinting to catch their dinner. Dodgeing their claws she saw the edge of the forest and went as fast as her wings could carry her. A bright light blinded her causing her to crash in a field of flowers. Instantly, a wave of comfort and protection came over her. She looked up to see hundereds of fairies gliding around the bright open sky, forgetting the vicious werewolves that once were attempting to catch her. Merrily she ingested a feeling of home where she truly belonged.