the history of My world of Faerie

"So, why don't you elves have magic?" he asked, his voice scornful and haughty. Fiona looked at the unseelie elf uncomfortably, wondering if he would lash out at the disrespect in the human male's tone.
instead he looked at her and took a deep breath.

"Elves have no true magic, although most have a grasp of glamour. Glamour is a strong illusionary, bordering on transmutative form of magic that uses the energy around an object to change it. This is because elves were not originally of the faerie world." Although he was answering the boy's question, he was looking at fiona. "Listen close girl, you are about to get a history lesson about Faerie" He said the last word differently than he had before. When he said faerie, he pronounced it like "fairy" but when he said it again, he stressed the last vowel, making it sound like fair-ee, with a hard e.

"There was a time, when two world were one. Earth, the world we know today and the world Faerie. Now known as 'the other world' or 'the never never', these two worlds were together for a long time. The original beings of Faerie, logically called faeries, lived freely in this world. But then another race descended into being, the human history called them 'Tuatha de Denann'. They were the children of gods. We simply called them the shining ones. For a short time, all three races existed in harmony; human, shinging, and faeries. When the shining ones began to breed, a new race was born. It was slow at first, but this was the start of the elves. Those that were born to faeries were would later become court fae. Those born to the humans would become the gentry. When faeries and humans bred they simply produced faerie children, whose blood was diluted and held less powerful magic. As more time went on, the elven race became stronger and evolved into a daughter race, but a full race of its own.

Then humans began to get greedy. The elves began to have their own ideas of how things should be. The races began to but heads. Over the next hundred years, things grew worse. The humans began to have their own societies and even began to try to conquer elven land. The humans were even finding ways to battle the strongest and fiercest beings from Faerie, the dragons. Dragons were already rare, but when one was killed, it was the breaking point." His voice held an anger, that Fiona actually understood. That dragon had been but a baby, and the death hit many lives deeply. She had to fight back the urge to cry. No one knew she had been in contact with a dragon, but she found it hard to hide her emotion when Pyro's son's untimley demise was mentioned. Not after she had felt how much love her mentor had for the little one. Seeming not to notice, or brushing it off if he did, the dark elf continued his lesson.

"Soon it became apparent that to prevent a war, the two worlds should be separated. The Shining ones went back to the realm of the gods, and the elves retreated to the land of Faerie. This change was greeted differently by different faeries. Some chose to stay in the human world, residing in nature; kelpies and selkies for example. Others chose to stay in the human world because they felt the humans only needed guidance, these were the brownies, hobs, and other house guardian fae. All of these beings possessed magic, even if only small traces, where as after becoming its own race, magic had all but left the elven bloodlines, leaving only glamour to them.

The faeries that remained, scattered, the original faeries at least. Their children, those that had diminished magic, stayed with the elves and went on to form the two faerie courts. From here on out when i say faerie, i mean beings who possess magic from their connection to the world of Faerie. Kelpies and the like have since lost most of their magic due to their separation from their home world, although like elves they still possess glamour. This is why it is punishment to be cast out and into the human world, because it slowly drains away magic and poisons us with its iron infested air." His voice took on a tone of disgust.

Fiona had the urge to correct him, the hob that had found her still had magic. He had said that the faerie world, or Faerie, never abandoned those who truly belonged within it, and that he could go home any time he wished.

"When i speak of true faeries, i will be referring to the original beings of Faerie, although there were many at first, now they are so scarce they almost seem like myths to us as well. Although royal and court faeries have magic, it is nothing compared to the true faeries.Lets call them major faeries for simplicity. The majors are actually the courts' biggest threats. Some say that the true ones blamed the elves for the separation. Many majors were distraught at the idea of abandoning the humans to their own demise. It is actually belived that many died from their sorrows, and were reborn as humans over time."His brow furrowed as he seemed to find the right word...

"It is believed they did this to come and guide the humans. Most wouldn't have any remembrance of their former lives as true faeries or of Faerie. Such is how reincarnation works. We believe that many of your so-called saints were reborn true faeries." he was quiet for a a moment, seeming lost in thought. When he finally spoke again his voice was soft, holding hints of remorse.  "Many fae, both solitary and courtly, felt the loss when the true ones died. it was as if Faerie itself mourned them, its children. As penance, the fae, both elves and minor faeries, slowly started to integrate into the human world. Granted we can only do it for short amounts of time, and mostly we stay in rural and natural places, were Faerie still has weak ties. But we interact with you. Some seek to help, while others blame the humans for it all and seek to punish.Many, like the princeling here," he motioned at the seelie prince, "seek to understand humanity completely and totally immerse themselves into human life and society. Even going to... university? " He said it like it was a dirty word, but the prince just gave a curt nod, giving fiona a small smile.

"So you freaks are everywhere?" Taylor said, his voice dripping with venom. Fiona felt herself rise in anger, feeling offense, even though she herself was technically human. Her first thoughts had been how dare he speak of my people like thus? before she remembered, they weren't her people. Not anymore. In a flash, the unseelie fae had drawn his rapier and had the blade at the human youth's throat; but it was the prince that spoke, his normally kind voice that constantly held laughter was surprisingly cold.

"Mind your tone boy if you want to live." He slowly rose his hand to signal the other elf to remove his blade, but was all but ignored. "Listen boy," the dark elf spat, "your kind don't deserve to reconnect with ours. Not everyone is a half wit pacifist like him over there." He pressed the sharp blade harder into the now terrified boy's flesh enough to break the skin and draw a line of crimson.

"The number of those who wish to bring the worlds together again are far below the number that would rather ignore or enslave you all. i am part of the latter group, so do not test my patience." He finally withdrew his weapon and sat on the boulder beside fiona again.

Wilde Queen - the lady knight

I was able to sneak out of the castle well enough, it was easy when i used magic. Wilde magic was raw energy, all i had to do was see what i wanted and it happened. I had been doing it so long it was second nature to me, which made Hodgins happy. I snuck into the village, and with quiet steps made me way to the boarder, where my elf friend lived. She somehow knew to expect me because when i got to her i found a heated hearth and hot tea waiting for me. 

"The news is already buzzing over here!" she said with her face alight with excitement. "With a passionate plea the youngest human princess asked to be swept away by the dashing prince!" she mock swooned. I turned beat red and moved to smack her. She giggled and settled down as she brought me a hot mug with a sweet liquid. Elvish tea was my favorite. 

"Seriously though, no one knows what you said to the King, but he actually approved the union. There was a bet you see, whether or not he would actually go along with the deal with the humans. There lives are so fleeting it would be nothing..." she gave me an apologetic look but kept going. "  but it would be seen as tedious. But something about the youngest princess caught the eye of the prince, and the dutiful father can deny his sons nothing." she winked. I shook my head and then told her all of what happened. Teera was the elf girl who had taught me about elvish culture first hand, and was the one who had taught me the language. We conversed in it easily and i asked her what her opinion of the situation was.

"Well, you won't be queen, so count your blessings. You struck the lottery my dear. He isn't the youngest, you will be more elevated in status than the younger brother and whoever he marries. But you won't have to really deal with much politics. An occasional court appearance, and you will technically be of the roayal family which means you shall be revered by all of the summer court." She said, her voice excited as is she were talking about the newest dress rather than my very near future. 

"I can't imagine that sits well with the courtiers... having to respect a human." I said looking down, resisting the urge to gulp loudly. Teera cocked her head and looked at me. Her sharo blue eyes took in all of me, and nodded, apparently pleased with whatever she was looking for. 

"Many are a bit flustered, although they wouldn't be so bold as to be angry. Going along with the whim of the king is their job. The common folk here are surprised but have no problem.Since common folk deal with the humans most often they are actually very open to the idea of a human being given a high rank in society. Your're going to be an elven princess..." She said, standing suddenly. She walked, it was more of a dance really, over to to a mirror which she opened to reveal a hidden compartment behind. giggling she took something out and returned to me. She had me close my eyes as she placed something on my head and ears. She then walked me, in the direction of the mirror, and allowed me to view myself. 

I beautiful diadem of elegant and shimmering silver sat upon my hair. As beautiful as it was, my eyes were drawn to the jewelry on my hears.Intricate pieces of silver had been crafted to form elf ears. They had small details that i had to get closer to the mirror in otder to admire. At the thickest part of the ears was a small flower, a thorned vine about the size of a wire wrapped around the border of the ear and helped to form the tips. At the tip of ear ear was a small pale stone, i realized that it was slowly changing color. it was a tranquility diamond - a rare stone that reflects its wearer's emotions through colors. The beautiful pieces wrapped around the tips of my ears and formed cuffs. I was slightly embarrassed to see tears falling down my cheeks as i saw my reflection, a elf maiden. 

There were cuffs worn by most of the female courtiers, but these had been modified to fir a human's ears. I looked at my friend and by the look on her face, she didn't need words to know my gratitude. She hugged me, and then to my shock bowed to me. Laughing i pulled her up and hugged her again.

"You have to come with me." I said, holding on to her hands. She laughed and shook her head. 

"A common elf like myself? go to a highborn's estate? I don't know..." I shook my head jumping up and down a little. 

"I'm bringing a guardian fae and you. I'll ask him to let you come with me... as... a wedding present!" I needed her to come with me. Someone to support me that i knew i could trust. 

"If you really captivated him the way the rumours say, maybe you're right." She sighed, looking reluctantly hopeful. Teera was someone i had known since i was a child. She hadn't aged a day since i first met her, but my youth never seemed to bother her. I trusted her just as much as Hodgins and thus, i went with my instincts and decided to tell her about the other part. 

"I won't be a princess..... " I started, causing her look at me with concern. "According to some... raven seer? I'm going to be a Queen." She stiffened and gripped my shoulders tightly, a reaction i didn't understand. Shoving down the fear in my voice i locked eyes with her. 

"Thats not a joking matter. Raven seers are rare and not to be take lightly. Tell me everything." That night i told her all about Hodgins. My wild magic. the prophecy about me becoming the first Wilde Queen. She listened intently and when i finished she looked away, into the fire. After a long stratch of silence she smoke again. 

"I'm coming with you." Locking her cool blue eyes with mine again, she looked fierce, like she would attack anything that made a move. "You are going to enter into a nagerous game, and i will not allow youto do it alone." Dropping to her knees, she said in a voice so serious it frightened me. 

"I swear fealty to you, my Wilde Queen. May your chaotic reign bring your visions to life and may i serve you well. I revoke any loyalty to any former rulers. I live and serve you alone." Her words were heavy, and i could almost feel them wrap around me and settle. I felt a surge of pride, although i didn't understand why. My mouth moved of its own accord, but i went with it. Wild Magic knows what to do, even when i didn't.

"I accept you, rise my lady knight and serve me well." As the words left my lips i knew in an instant a spell had been cast and a pact forged. When Teera rose, i could see the same fierceness in her eyes, and i watched it slowly fade into the kind and soft face of the girl i knew before. I let out a breath and relaxed my shoulders when she smiled. I went to ask her, but she cut me off with a shake of her head.

"Later i will explain. For now all you need to know, is that when i was a small child, hundreds of years ago, a wilde raven prophetess told me that one day i would serve as a knight for one of the most powerful fae Queens the world has ever seen. She told me i would see this queen grow from child to woman and that i would aid in her ascension. I know in my heart of hearts its you." She nodded and that was the end of it. Somehow we were able to go back and talked of minor things. 

That night, for the first time, she followed me home. I knew from that moment on, i would never be alone. The thought comforted me as i thought about the uncertain path that laid ahead. 

Wilde Queen predicted

All my life i believed in elves. Radiant beings of beauty and grace that had magic flowing in their veins. Never did i expect them to be a threat. I grew up the youngest daughter to a mortal king, with no hope of ever becoming a queen, lest i marry a prince who was heir. This allowed me a sense of freedom that none of my sisters had, and with this freedom i was able to pursue paths of learning that were seen as "foolish" and unnecessary. One of these topics were elves, others were magic and fantastical beings that were often dismissed as fictional even as elves stood before us as proof of their existence. For the longest time the summer kingdom elves were our silent neighbors, they traded with us and that was about it. Well, as far as the governments were concerned. The laymen peoples had a different story to tell.

However the elves have their own kingdoms, and it seemed that trouble was brewing. A battle between summer and winter kingdoms were raising in tension. To make matters worse, our lands were growing scarce in crops without the elves to keep nature in balance. In desperation my father struck a deal with the Summer King. We needed them for our fields and they needed us for able fighting bodies. He saw my people as disposable things to use in order to spare precious elven blood, but he wasn't so cold as to not give compensation. In return for our military support the Elves promised my father a hundred years of bounty and fertile lands. The price was only a daughter.

The deal would be sealed by one of my sisters marrying the Summer King's middle son. My father loves all of my sisters equally, and hoped to see us all as queens. The eldest daughter, Abigail, was to be my father's heir, yet she volunteered. Abigail had wanted and trained all her life to be queen, and i knew in my heart of hearts that she would never be happy just being a noble courtier. Besides, she knew almost nothing about elves and their ways of life. I, on the other hand, specialized in it. My father seemed quite shocked when i spoke up.

"Wait. She cannot be the bride." I said, my voice firm and set, i hoped that the slight tremors of fear were completely hidden from the sensitive ears of the magical beings in front of me.

It was at a meeting with the Summer King, Lord of the Bright Ones, that this matter was being settled. The prince and future groom was present, as was all of the mortal royal house. I have to say, i was unsure who was more shocked and why; my father knew me to be a rambunctious girl, yet i always held my tongue in governmental matters and here i was speaking out of turn. What shocked the elves was the fact that when i spoke up, i was speaking in elvish.  I had met a common elf girl, who taught me the language and worked with me over the years until i was fluent.

"She pronounces it perfectly, if only in a commoner's dialect...." The Prince whispered to his father, looking at me with wonder. They looked at me and i was suddenly reminded why i was always quiet when it came to official matters. I was suddenly awash in fear and shyness at the direct stares of everyone in the room.

"Allow me to proceed in Common speak?" I asked to Bright King, with a slight bow of my head. He answered with a small, curt nod.

"My eldest sister is equipped to lead, not a manor, but a kingdom. Please allow me to be frank my Lord," i gave another bow and decided to push on. All that i said next came in practically one breath. "Considering the fact that you are wedding off your middle son shows that you do not deep this matter as of the utmost importance, but it shows you do not take us lightly. I am well versed in Elvish culture, and have studied it at length. Would you not prefer to have someone like that for your son, someone who would be less annoying to him?" I said this all looking down, and i dared to glance up at his eyes. They were cold and blue, yet i could detect a faint level of amusement. Especially when my father called my name in scolding.

"Please. It is strategically the best option. This kingdom will live through your war, despite how long it may last. Having her as the next queen of this kingdom would be your wisest option." I said in elvish, looking the Noble elf fully in the face now, in a rash move of sincerity.

"This is true." He responded, his voice was warmer than i thought it would be. "But why should i let you be the bride of my son? What reason should i bring you into the world of the elves?" He asked, the tone of his voice was harsh, yet not completely unkind. Suddenly i felt very cold, and uncertain. My sistrrs and Father looks uncomfortable at not being able to follow or understand the conversation. I looked down at my feet, but the King barked the order for me to face him. I was struck with the breif thought that if i couldn't face him now, then maybe i wasn't brave enough to do this. I took a deep breath and decided that a desperate act of honesty was my best bet.

"As a child, before i even understood the world, i dreamt of magic. As i grew older i continued to feel the pull of your world, and while being free of the constraints of my sister i gave in. I felt more a part of your world, than my own. Even to this day i feel a disappointment when i see my reflection and see the face of a human and i am reminded that i am so close and yet so far away from the very beings that i have been in awe of since before i could remember." I felt myself step closer to him, a move that made his guards stiffen and move hands to the hilts of their swords, only to be stayed by the twitch of his hand. Suddenly high on emotion and in a spell cast by the great king's eyes i continued.

"I have such a great respect and love for your people, a people that i am inspired and mesmerized by. The royal family, your family, i am ignorant of. But your people that you rule, and those of most of the courtiers, they are the ones i understand. The music and songs and dance... the culture and....reverence for life. The earth. Magic. Things that are cast aside in my world, are important in yours. These things that are important to me... I can appreciate your kingdom in a way that no one else in this family can because i wish i was one of your people." My voice cracked at the last syllable and i was very aware that i was caught in a  spell. With just his eyes the Elf king cast a spell on me that had made me confess things i had never even said outloud to myself before.

Looking satisfied he released me and i suddenly felt drained of all of my energy. Falling to my knees, i was quickly put into the arms of my second eldest sister Tamera. I felt tired and could no longer hold my eyes open, yet as my body fell asleep i had the thought to cast a small spell of my own that would keep my ears and brain awake as my body recuperate. Elves were magical beings, but all beings had the potential for magic; i had been studying it for years now.

My father hastily apologized for whatever i had said and the Elf king laughed. In common speak he said that the rashness of humans was something he always found amusing. He then declined Abigail's offer to marry his son. He gently told her that he looked forward to her rule over this kingdom. Each of my sisters were then introduced to the prince and king in turn, in elvish they spoke and debated.

"The youngest one, the emotional one. She has potential... she was strong enough to cast an awareness spell without any training, in response to your calming spell. Even now i'm sure she is aware of the entire situation. None of these other mortals have even the slightest inkling of interest for me," scoffed the prince. His voice suddenly irritated me. That was my family he was talking about.

"She is not nearly as refined as any of her elder sisters. I sensed a wild spirit within her, she will not be obedient to you." The king said mildly. I could hear the smile in the prince's response, "Even better." In that moment, my fate was sealed. In matter of days i would be wed to an elven prince and be whisked into a world of magic and elves. Of coarse this meant i would see my family very rarely, depending on where this prince's estate was. I felt Tamera stiffen as someone walked over to us. The two Kings in the room began to speak of the coming alliance, boring details i figured i would find out later. In a swift motion i felt the pressure of a finger on my forehead and i was suddenly washed in darkness.

I awoke in my bed, Tamera with me at my bed side. Apparently the prince had flicked me in the forehead and i fell into a deep sleep. I looked at my sister with love, and gently brushed her hair out of her sleeping face. i tried to move to get out of bed but was surprised by how heavy my limbs felt. The motion woke my sister and she gasped. I looked at her and She quickly called my father in. Once he was done hugging me, i received the worst scolding of my life. I had no right to speak at the meeting. When did i learn elvish? What did i say? How did i convince them to take Abigail? All of these things i answered in honesty, yet i didn't reveal everything.

"I've been reading and learning about elves since i was released from structured lessons as a child. I reminded him that Abigail would be better as a queen and ally rather than a noble woman and daughter. All i did was talk about how much i admired them and i guess it won over the prince. Elves don't think very high of us, i guess he thought that a human with a knowledge of his culture would be less annoying?" I supplied, ducking my head as my father's angry expression turned to one of worry.

"He agreed to have you as his wife, the prince did. Our spies said that he is known to be relatively kind. But you have much to learn before your wedding. Its only a week away and I will have you learn how to recognize our spies so that should you ever need help, i will know." His voice grew gruff with worry and emotion. I gave a small quick nod. The summer courts were relatively pleasant from my research and from the elf maiden i had been friends with. It was from her that i had most of my knowledge from. Yet i understood the importance of being able to reach out to my father should i ever have need.

In a week I met the head of our army, as well as the lead assassin/spy; the later gave me the creeps. Abigail rigorously taught me the chores of a lady of an estate. I received nightly reports about my future husband, and i grew excited. He had a child. It was a little girl, whom the King had from an affair, but had taken into his family. Her being raised was a duty of the Prince i was to marry. This made my heart soar, yet also gave me more worries. What if she didn't like me? Once i had a moment to myself i snuck into our castle library. In the back, behind the oldest scrolls was a hole in the wall where a guardian faerie lived. He was a cranky old man that i had discovered accidentally.

When i was a child i hid in his hole, and when i realized how dark it was i grew frightened. I remembered reading that the elves had once lived in the world of Faerie, and the its people, the fae, sometimes lived in our world. Often it was in forests or old places with rich history that they dwelled. In my nightime stories that the maids would tell me, there were legends about guardian spirits or faeries.  With tearful eyes and a shaking voice i called out to see if there was on such fae being in our castle, since it had been there for hundreds of years. Sure enough, a gravely voice came to me.

"Stop your sniveling! you'll leave a puddle in my home!" The voice came from beside me, and i screamed. I had jumped and  knocked my head, and passed out. When i woke up i was in the library, with a small hunched old man beside me. He had brown skin, that made me think of bark, but it didn't have the same texture. His long scraggly beard was the color of old parchment and he worse rags as clothes. When i woke up he huffed and began to move toward the hole in the wall.  I had called after him, in an apology which made him stop.

"How did you know to cal me, anyway child?" he barked, giving me a look with narrowed eyes. He moved back to me, and seeing the fear in my eyes, let out a sigh. He perched himself on the floor next to me with an "oof!" and patted my head. I told him how i was hiding from my sewing teacher and that i remembered the bed time stories.

It was through this old man, who later introduced himself as Hodgens, that i first learned about magic. He showed me which books to read in the library over the years, and even brought me books of his own. When he went to the faerie world he was contacted by a prophetess who said that i was meant for great things. Although he would never go into detail, he said that he knew just the type of magic i needed to learn, and it wasn't in my father's books! So he would bring me books written in the language of the fae, it was similar to elvish so it wasn't hard for me to learn over time.

He trained me in magic during the nights while during the day i studies everything elvish and fantastic. I took up sword play rather than horse riding like my sisters, which amused my father. Being the youngest he let me indulge every whim i had, which was mostly a strong thirst for knowledge. He never knew about my late night candlelit magic lessons i had in the hole in the library wall. It was Hodgins i was eager to report the news to. I called out to him three times softly, and waited.

He usually came in a matter of minutes but this night it took longer. Just as i was about to leave he showed up. I scolded him, worried that something had happened or that he had finally grown bored of me. He snorted and waved me off.

"Oh please girl. Now, i have been consulting my seer friend. This marriage is a good step in the right direction. Listen to me, this is important," he said, his small hand gently grabbing my chin as i sat next to him. "Do not reveal your magic until the right time." His brown eyes were serious, and i suddenly felt worry settle in my stomach like a stone.

"What? Why? when is the right time? They already know i have magic.... they picked up on it at the meeting." My voice, though still a whisper so as not to be caught out so late, was growing frantic. Again, Hodgins waved me off.

"Silly child. they know you can do basic magic. Don't let them know about the fae magic i've been teaching you for the past several years." He gently tapped my head with his hand, almost like he was trying to chop through my stress. " You'll know the right time, when it happens." He giggled with excitement, it was a strange sound that i couldn't describe as pleasant, but it was oddly reassuring.  I was glad to have him as my friend and teacher. A thought suddenly sent a pang of pain through my heart.

"I'm going to miss you...." I said, suddenly sad. He stiffened and gave me a sour look.

"Look here you! I'm a guardian fae, and i'm pretty sure that its become pretty obvious that its no longer the castle i'm guarding. Don't think just because you're going to some fancy shmancy elvish place that you can leave old Hodgins behind." His gravelly voice, held a slight teasing tone that made me grin. I was so used to his harsh manner that i could instantly tell when he was being affectionate and in a rush of emotions i gave him a hug.

"Thank the gods above... i thought i was going to have to do this alone!" I said, tears of relief filled my eyes. I hadn't realized just how scared i was until i embraced my small friend. He spluttered and wiggled but eventually gave in, and gently patted my head until i let him go.

"Of ocarse you're not going alone. You think i would give up a chance to witness the rising of a Queen? Its not every day a hobgoblin gets to witness a royal bloodline being born." I pulled back in confusion.

"What do you mean? Neither I, nor the Prince are heir to any throne. There is no way i could be queen." I said, worried that he would leave when he found out i wouldn't be elevated in status. I felt my confusion grow as he laughed again.

"Silly girl.... you are to be the first Wilde Queen, uniter of the wilde and solitary fae." He said, giving me a small bow.  I looked at him in total shock. The Wilde Fae were a class of fae beings that lived in the forests or oceans and other places of raw and untouched nature. They were the fae that tended to guard the places that acted as passages between the Faerie world and our own.  They were thought to be a form of nature spirit, ones that coulnd't be controlled by either Winter or Summer Elven courts. They were wild cards that acted as their own accord. The very thought of them having a queen was impossible. I shook my head and pointed out the obvious.

"You can't  control chaos.... thats what they are. Natural Chaos." I pointed out, my voice holding all the awe that they deserved. Wilde fae were terrifying. They were just as likely to eat you as they were to help you. The Winter Elven courts were at least lead by a leader and followed rules and laws. Wilde fae beings were a mystery and had no rules.

"Think about what you just said." He snapped impatiently. I looked at him and thought carefully. That wasn't the first time i had said those very words. The type of magic he taught me... unlike elven magic which required carefully drawn symbols and elegant offerings to the gods, the magic i learned was raw. It was chaotic and one had to simply bend it to ones will to control it. The magic i used was wilde. This realization hit me and with wide eyes i looked at him.

"The great things you said i was meant for... your seer.... she saw me becoming a wilde queen?" My voice was little more than a breath. He grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and nodded.

"But i'm human!" I said, my mind reeling. He looked at me with his famous, you're-a-moron-but-i-love-you face.

"Do you really think a human could use faerie magic?" He asked. His rough voice was patient, like when he was leading me to something i already knew and just didn't realize. I had been using this kind of magic for years.... so i knew it was something that must have happened while i was young. I did know that i was born out of wedlock, to a different mother than my sisters. Although in our kingdom, this didn't diminish my standing in the family, it did leave a mystery about my mother. Wait.....

"You're a halfling love...." He said winking at me.

Pride and Prejudice; the faerie tale intro

“IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”

Or so thought Elifaen’s mother as she went around the manor trying with all her power to gain the expected excitement out of her daughters. It seemed that a new neighbor had moved into the area, one of great standing in fact. His name was Huntyr Bynglie and he was supposedly a royal adviser to one of the Seelie Court’s princes. The possibility that a court fae or someone even associated with one of the royal courts could potentially marry one of her daughters sent Mrs. Bennet into such a tizzy that Ellie had to resist the urge to laugh.

The pixie stood at 4’3 with light green skin, the color of new grass in the spring. At the moment her green cheeks were flushed with excitement and her translucent gossamer wings were beating like a hummingbird’s. Unfortunately it was only her youngest daughter, Lydiarra who shared her excitement at the possible suitor. Her other three daughters, Ellie included, seemed preoccupied with other things. Marian seemed perfectly content to read her books while Ellie and Jaene worked on making their dresses for the upcoming ball, paying little attention to their mother who always seemed to have something to explode over.

Finding her daughters unfit to match her jubilee Mrs. Bennet turned her frenzied attention to Mr. Bennet. The Elfen lord who prefered the company of his own home rather than the courts seemed to let out an inaudible groan, as if he could sense the wave of words before they came. His fair skin and pointed ears had mixed well with his wife’s emerald complexion to create an almost green pearl like color for their daughters. Although he would never say so to his frantic wife, he considered his girls beautiful enough to possibly catch the nobleman’s eye.  

Being a minor Lord himself Mr. Bennet had the duty of introducing his family to the young adviser. He had already done so when he ran into him at the market. Although having made the acquaintance, Mr. Bennet preferred not to tell his wife until almost a week had past. By this time Mrs. Bennet had worked herself up to the point of lamenting that her daughters would never be married since Mr. Bennet “refused to look after his girls” and was “neglecting his family like a criminal”. It was Ellie who finally caught sight of the mischievous glint in her father’s eye and made him admit to the meeting.

Sure enough Mrs. Bennet’s joy was as much a spectacle as her anguish. In a matter of minutes she had gone from lamenting like a banshee to buzzing around the house, so happy in fact that she left trails of glimmering dust from her wings. Ellie knew this was what her father had been waiting on. He so loved to rile his wife up so that her happiness bordered on the sporadic. It was such a usual thing that Ellie could only laugh with Jaene and dance out of the way of her flitting mother.

wings

**** this is a possible scene for my faerie novel - currently the protagonist has been cursed by a unseelie fae and after being dormant for weeks the curse has taken affect. The two men battling for her affection have teamed up to try and save her. Something to know: Glamour is the emotion energy of all living things (it can be seen as an aura around people), while magic is raw, chaotic, and dangerous - most fae cannot create actual magic and instead use glamour in it's place*****

It came down to a moment of pure clarity.

All the anger and fear i was feeling, watching these men in front of me, with their super strength and power, fighting on my behalf while all i could do was hide and whimper was bubbling inside me.

The burning sensation i had been low key feeling for the past few weeks surged forward, possessing my entire body. I don't know how i managed not to double over with pain, seeing as the slow warmth was now an inferno burning my body from the inside out. It was the curse.... the fae curse that was finally taking affect.

I watched as my friends battled their way towards the perpetrator, not even knowing if they would reach him in time to save me.

But like i said... in this blazing chaos going on, i had a moment of clarity.
The curse on me was fae magic. I'm currently with two fae, although they are being preoccupied with the fae that cursed me.  I myself have fae blood in my veins, albeit very little.

i know about fae.... all my theories and research and folklore that i've read. It lead up to this one moment.

In this chaos it all came into perspective, as if my mind knew that if i didn't find control of the situation i would go mad. I'm surrounded by chaos; i have chaos within me; what comes from chaos?  destruction and creation. What do i have inside me? Magic. How does one use a magical curse to turn chaos from destructive power (as the curse was currently destroying my mind and body) into creative power? What is the main way to use and manipulate magic? imagination.

As a human i had the gift of imagination, creating my own magic so to speak. If i didn't act now, i knew i was doomed; there was no way that Logan and Dimitiri would be able to save me in time. It was time i saved myself for once.

I closed my eyes and forced my mind to picture myself standing, with flames flowing inside of my body's silhouette. I forced my mind to imagine the flames turning blue, cooling down and soothing my burning insides. Imagination was key, although it was hard to imagine anything through the pain i somehow managed it - self preservation at it's finest. Then as the pain calmed down inside me my imagination took on a mind of it's own...

The flames were now cooling swirling mists inside me, the pain was all but gone, replaced with a growing pressure as the mist filled me. The pressure was so intense it was almost as painful as the burning fire that had been there moments before. Like the curse when it was dormant the pressure also presented itself as a warmth that filled me. Only the energy and magic inside me seemed to grow and grow until i thought i would explode. And then i did.

Well, not exactly. I didn't know what to do since the magic inside me was no longer under my control, instead it became almost like a living thing inside me. It had begun to slam itself inside the walls of my mind and body, causing me to double over in pain. When i leaned forward, gripping my head in agony i felt the pressure suddenly surge up and out.... of my back.

I didn't need to see them to know that they were big.  Instantly my body aligned itself and i could feel new sensations flood my brain as my wings shifted through the air around me. I opened my eyes and stood up straight, power no longer creating chaos inside me; now it swirled around me waiting for my command.  My fae senses took over and as i flexed my new wings, i pictured the sea of combatants ahead of my allies parting like the red sea before moses.

A wicked smile played across my face when i saw bodies flying to each side, allowing a cleared path for us all to attack the fleeing unseelie fae.  An anger filled me faster than i would have thought possible, a wrathful anger. How dare he curse me. The descendant of the great princess of the Seelie court.  Although she hadn't been in line for the throne she was still royalty - thus so was i. He would pay for his insubordination... dearly.  Once again the wicked smile was on my lips as i launched myself after my comrads. With wings spread i felt myself lift off the ground, magic whirling under my wings as i narrowed in on my target.

I didn't pay much mind to the shocked  look on Logan's face or the cheer that erupted from Dimitiri when they saw me fly over them. All i saw through my tunnel vision was the back of my fleeing prey. I landed on top of him, my feet spaced on his back and his skull. Before he even had a chance to fight back my magic peirced through his limbs like nails, holding him in place.

My faerie side had taken over so i felt no guilt when he screamed in pain, in fact i even enjoyed it. He was going to face the consequences for his insult, and it was going to be pleasant -f or me. I imagined the magic that had stalked him to the ground flowing into him and turing into the red inferno e had cursed me to. His scream of agony brought forth a laugher i barely recognized.

By this time Logan and Dimitiri had caught up to me. In a flash of movement Dimitiri was on the screaming fae, and Logan was in front of me, one of his hands around my waist and the other holding my face so he could look into my eyes.

"Ellie... look at me. Your wrath is just and your prey deserving, but we need him sane. He has much to answer to and you will get your vengeance, just not. right. now." As he said the last three words his deep voice seemed to penetrate the haze of magic in my mind.  I blinked and felt the magic leave my victim and return to me, folding around me, invisible, like a shield. I blinked again, focusing in on his deep blue eyes. In them i could see pride, he always knew that my faerie side was there and was strong. Although he never said it, he had secretly been hoping that i would finally accept it and become one with my "faerie side".  I could see it in his glamour, which much like my magic was flowing around him.

I had never been able to see other people's glamour before, not without direct contact with a fae so i could use their eyes. Now i realized, after the curse i was fae myself. My wings could attest to that. I closed my eyes and breathed, trying to rein in the faerie energy and return to my "human side". Only it seemed that it wasn't there anymore. The line i had always drawn inside my mind to keep my urges and behavior in check was gone. My two sides had merged into a whole new being.  This would be interesting.. seeing as i had to learn how to control raw magic at the same time reforge a human self.

No fae can truly live by human law and logic, not with glamour at their finger tips. I was human, now completely fae... one with magic.  I was in a whole new ball park and the thought of it scared me a little. But my faerie pride wouldn't allow me to show it; although it probably appeared in my own glamour.  Logan must have seen it because he smiled and comfort flowed into me from his touch.

I had to look away from him before i blushed so i turned my atention to Dimitiri and the now unmoving unseelie fae. Logan was watching me, his mouth in a hard line on his face. He was the one who had wanted to remain human and completely untouched by the fae world. He had even lived amongst the humans to keep it that way and was now having to face his failure. But behind the defeat in his eyes i saw...awe. He was in awe of me. I could actually see my wings reflected in his eyes. They were like no bird or bug wings i had ever seen before.

They stretched about arms length from my side and were a teal gossamer that seemed to shimmer despite a lack of light. I turned my head to look at them myself and was struck by how strong they were despite how thin. They looked almost like a butterfly 's wings with added panels and curves. Each end seemed to have an antenna on them and different feelers sprang from them, leaving me looking like my wings were sown but had loose threads. But they were beautiful and they were mine.

I looked at Dimitiri again, felt Logon's arm around my waist tighten, and i tried not to feel a pang of guilt. Both of them meant a lot to me. I had grown up with Dimitiri, had been protected by him, and maybe could have fallen in love with him had he not kept all of this from me. Logan was nothing but honest, harsh, but honest. Logan had embraced the darkness inside me, what i called my "faerie" side. Dimitiri wanted me to stay nieve and helpless. But i wasn't, not anymore.

I expected him to grow angry, as he would have back in the human world. Instead a slow smile spread across his face. He walked over to us, leaving our captive unconscious on the ground, and despite Logan's obvious warning, leaned in close to me. Whispering in my ear he said something i hadn't expected.

"You have embraced the 'darkness' you were so afraid of once; but i still see the same light shining through you. You once told me that you feared you would be a different person if you gave into your faerie side... but you're not. I can tell." He pulled back a few inches so that his green eyes were level with mine. There was no anger and no defeat, only pride and... love.

I had the unexplainable urge to touch him, but reminded myself that i was with Logan. I was promised to him, as princess. I felt trapped by his arm and wanted to be free. Normally as a human i would have just tried to shrink and would go along with what i wanted. But now i had the confience of faerie and the willpower of human inside me. No one could cage me. I looked at Dimiriti and smirked. I closed my eyes.

With ease i imagined myself as smoke that slipped through his arms and moved to the side. Opening them i was greeted by the shocked look on Logan's face once more and a look of pride on Dimitiri's. My wings flexed and i knew that going forward i didn't need to be afraid. My faerie side had taken over, but just as it was always in my mind as a human, i felt the love and compassion of my human self in my mind as a fae.

It was just as Dimiriti had said, back when i still called him Dmitri, "Both sides are of the same coin. They aren't different people inside you, they are you."

I really wasn't any different as a fae than i was as a human. Only now i wasn't divided in half, i was whole. I didn't need to rely on anyone anymore; i was free.

Calling All Faeries (and Faekin)

So. I have a theory.

I really think that faeries live amongst us. Solitary or trooping, maybe both. But I believe they are here. I don't think every person I meet us one... But maybe one or two strangers I've seen or met... I felt or sensed something.

Now, the fae love to hear about themselves and might do a search.... And stumble upon this blog. Well.

Hello and please contact me. I'm trying to reach out to you.

I have respect and SO MANY QUESTIONS for you.

I know you are out there. I know.

Gods above maybe I've finally snapped haha.

But I believe. And I am unashamed. Please, if you are out there, I'm calling.

With love.

Possible faerie story?

i'm hoping to connect these posts together and BAM

faerie story.

start - http://pixieluv4.blogspot.com/2016/01/where-dreams-began-short-story-novel.html
add - http://pixieluv4.blogspot.com/2016/01/idea-for-story-in-previous-blog.html


once she is in the faerie world
http://pixieluv4.blogspot.com/2015/10/grape-wars-scene-for-possible-novel.html

sources - http://pixieluv4.blogspot.com/2016/01/faerie-sources-for-story.html