Original fiction: Grey Rule
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libra_travellerLast one for the night. I wrote this three years ago also, though I've been reworking it a bit every once in awhile. It actually sparked an idea for a three novel set that I keep planning on starting. It's a dark fantasy story with honest to God fairies.
Grey Rule
Prologue
In a sepulchral chamber there lay a coffin encrusted with gold. On top, in raised Gaelic script, the song of the dead is written below an engraved picture of the deceased man’s face. Kneeling in front of this work of art is the man’s wife, Danielle.
She wears a unique mourning outfit, a grey dress, strap-less, molded to her body. Atop her head fit a silver crown adorned with blood-red rubies. With hands held up in the air, palms up, as if asking for forgiveness, she sings the faerie lament. A black glow surrounds her and the metal box that contains her love one. It coalesces into a dark cloud that rises to the ceiling and then dissipates. The ceremony now over, Danielle’s hands fall to the floor as she breaks down into sobs and cries for the loss of her husband, Andrew.
To her left, as if forgotten, sits two plaques with the names of her children. Slowly coming out of her grief, she looks down and sees the plaques. Picking them up, she carefully places them in front of the coffin. Susan and Charlie, the plaques read, the last memories of her children. When she found them, all that was left of their bodies were ashes which she gathered and tossed to the winds, and the necklaces they had worn since they were babies. Her twin darlings had only been four winter passes old. Now she lays down each string of opals above their names. Her family is dead. She is all that remains.
Standing up, she passes through the doors and down a large hallway filled with candles, one for each member of her village that had passed away in the struggle. When she arrives at the door, she stops and touches the words carved into the door. It says All Sidhe spirits that reside here shall be loved into eternity. Take rest before moving on towards the stars. Pushing open the massive doors made of oak, Danielle walks out onto the balcony and then down the marble steps. She breathes in the fresh air, filling up lungs that felt deprived in that musty room.
Behind her to either side, there is a woman and a man with hair once the color of white fluffy clouds, but now the haze of fog. They hang from ropes tied to a deadened tree. Below their feet lay their once glamorous wings that were torn from their backs, blood glistening on the edges. Danielle does not acknowledge their presence as they are no longer her parents. Instead she looks down the path to the valley below where blackened smoke still rise from the burnt houses and her friends still gather the bodies. Most of the bodies have spears sticking out of various parts of them. Some look like discarded dolls. All have black hair, like her husband, but none have the silver ringlets of her own tresses, the way the children had.
Danielle is the only living faerie with silver hair, born to the King and Queen of the Light Faeries and their ethereal white hair and skin. When she was young she fell in love with a Dark Faerie Prince. He had ebony skin and hair the color of night. He did not find her silver hair to be the apocalyptic symbol her play-mates had. This endeared him to her. Her parents were set against their marriage, a union between the two faerie kinds would bring destruction, they said. In a way they were clairvoyant. After many moons of their daughter’s pleadings, they gave in. She had worn them down with her rebellious behavior. Danielle moved into Andrew’s village where she finally felt at home. After a couple of years she became pregnant with twins. When they were born, everyone was shocked to see they bore the gossamer wings of their mother of the light faeries, but the ebony skin of the dark faeries. They would later develop their mother’s silver hair. Andrew’s parents loved them and would shower them with gifts. At the age of two the children lost those grandparents. There was never any certainty over what killed them, but many feared a plague. Danielle though, suspected an assassination. Andrew was named King of the Dark Faeries with Danielle his Queen. At the age of four, her children gained a new ability.
They could shimmer, move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. It was a gift the dark faeries once coveted, as they had no quick means of travel. Unlike their light counterparts, dark faeries do not have wings. Instead they would shimmer across the lands, exploring new worlds. They turned away from this ability once they learned to call the Great Eagles to their sides, as shimmering was taxing on not only their bodies, but their souls. Danielle’s parents were scared of her children once they saw their new ability. They believed these hybrids prophesized a great terror. It was with this foresight of some potential betrayal among the royals, that Danielle left her husband and children to visit the Summer Solstice Ball, in honor of the Light King and Queen’s 450th anniversary.
Part One
On an autumn day, Danielle ran around her home frantically packing. She was going to be late, unacceptable for the current Queen of the Dark Faeries. She wore a black gown covered in jewels that glistened like diamonds. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders, tied back from her face with fine unicorn hair. Her children looked on with saddened expressions, whether this was because their mother was leaving them or because they were missing out on cake, Danielle wasn’t sure.
She stopped and began searching with her eyes around the room one last time before turning to her husband and engaging him in a sweltering kiss. “I’ll miss you,” Andrew said. He smiles in content, gazing at his flushed wife. Their children, Susan and Charlie latched onto her legs. “Mommy, please don’t go,” Susan begged. The child’s eyes were full of fear. Charlie, a little more calmly said, “we’ll always love you, no matter what you do.” Their words echoed around the room eerily, a portent of what was to come.
Gathering them into a crushing hug, Danielle gave them a shortened version of her usual farewell. “Be well my children, know that the light dwells within you, look beyond the shadow.” She let them slide from her arms. “Andrew, I love you with all my heart and I will return.” Taking one last long gaze into his eyes, she memorized his features. Whenever she left him to take care of a political crisis, she was always afraid it may be her last chance to see him. She picked up her bag, walked outside and rose into the air. Her glimmering wings sent gusts against the faces of her family, standing in the doorway, waving so long. Off she flew into the sky, headed north towards her parent’s palace. Watching as the village swept out beneath her wings, Danielle unknowingly took her last look at her home.
Part Two
She flew over rivers and hills headed towards a large forest encompassing most of the visible land. Looking east, she saw a hint of moving white light. Gliding down to get a closer view, she was unable to determine its location. Figuring the sun to be interfering with her vision, she hurried to the palace.
The Light Faeries enjoy luxurious homes while Dark Faeries prefer a simplistic life style, more in tune with Nature. Spotting the five story palace that resembled a castle, Danielle drifted down towards the entrance to the gate, where two guards were checking the invites of a gaggle of young women. Of her own family, Danielle had been the only one to be invited, which made her fear a political trap. As the Queen of the Dark Faeries, she had an obligation to accept the invitation, so as to not start an intra-relational disaster.
“You’re invitation, My Lady,” one of the guards spoke in a monotone.
“Here,” Danielle drew the parchment from her bag. “I believe my parents the King and Queen are expecting me?”
The guard quickly glanced from the parchment to Danielle’s hair. Only if he used the light posts could his eyes glimpse the silver sparkles that was a recognizable feature of the former Princess. Dropping down into a bow, and barely rising afterwards, he led her along many hallways and up several staircases while carrying her luggage. Though small, her bag was heavy, and weighed horribly upon his submissive back. Once they stood in front of her quarters, the guard hastily shoved the luggage inside the door. “Excuse me, Your Highness, I must return to my duties. Do you desire someone to refresh your memory as to the set up of your rooms?” Danielle’s eyes flashed a gold hue as her anger encompassed her face. The guard stumbled back down the hall as fast as he could.
Finally, some peace. She gazed thoughtfully at the inscription on her door. Danielle. Her first name only, quite the shame. She began to wander around the rooms she lived in as a child. Once past the cheerful parlor, five rooms branched off. There was one meant for entertaining important guests. Her own bedroom, full of flowers gathered from as far as her people could travel, magicked to continually be in bloom. The bed, covered in sheets of the finest cloth; a private door through the closet to a marble bathing room. Walking through doors in a circular path, she walked into the toy room where her winged dolls could fly on their own. The last room of note, her study. She spent years at a time in that study, learning the government of her people.
An annoying buzzing noise assaults her ears. It takes a moment for her to recognize it as her self-installed door bell. Muttering the spell to open the door, she waits for the servant to find her. “Your parents will greet you shortly if you will come down to the library.” The girl was slouching in disrespect with a curled lip as she spoke.
“Why thank you,” Danielle said coldly. When they had both been younger they were great friends, loved braiding each other’s hair. That had been the life, happy times. Not this cold bitterness they now held for each other, ever since Danielle had been elevated to Queen of the Dark Faeries.
Sending the maid away, Danielle returned to her bedroom and lay down. She stared up at the ceiling of swirling galaxies and was barely aware as she fell asleep, a purple cloud gathering across her. A knock on the main door to her quarters startled her awake. Her mother entered without waiting for a response, carrying a white gown to replace Danielle’s black sparkling one.
“Mother, I’m sorry, I suppose I was weary from the travel. I hope I did not insult the guests by not showing up?” Danielle could only groggily lift her head. Her mind felt stuffed with cotton, and her thoughts unusually slow.
“Never mind that, daughter. It seems your dress has crinkled during your sleep. I have a gown here that will not only shape your form, but befit the status of a Queen.” Her mother Andrea said, as if Danielle was still a child. She quickly pulled her off the bed, undid the ties in the back of the dress, and changed her into the white gown, making sure the ties were tight. Danielle was not awake enough to be offended by her mother’s actions. “Meet us in the ballroom, the rest of the guests should arrive soon.” With that she leaves Danielle to gaze at her costume in disappointment.
She had planned her own black gown to signify that she was now one of the Dark Faeries. With a Light Faerie gown, it would symbolize her to still be under the rule of her parents. Looking in her bedroom mirror it’s visible how much the gown clashes with her silver hair. No wonder the boys never cared to flirt with her, she wore these clownish outfits all the time.
By the time Danielle managed to get down the eighteen flights of stairs to the ballroom, her breathing was ragged. Entering the room she’s surprised to see only a couple hundred guests. Swearing that more people used to be at these festivities, she glided towards the drinks. "Danielle, you look as magnificent as ever," Danielle's father Charles gushed.
"Father, you're as dashing as ever." She hugged him. Charles passed her a drink which she finished with quick gulps. "I guess I'll go and mingle. Happy Anniversary, Father." She kissed him on the cheek and then weaved her way through the room. Throughout the night she chatted about nonsensical things, and danced with some of the men she knew from her childhood. Everything she drank unknowingly came from the hand of her father. As it becomes late, she grew dizzy she lost consciousness, falling into her father's arms. While sleeping on a sofa in a living room where the doors are spelled shut, a piercing note rang out from a whistle tucked underneath the gown. She never stirred.
Part Three
Morning light seeped through curtains and landed on the pale face of Danielle. Drawing open her eyes, she saw the living room she was in, a room just off from the ballroom. Sitting up she wondered why she was there. Placing her hand on top of her chest she felt the warm burn of her small tin whistle hanging from her pearl necklace. In a panic, she ran through the halls and out to the gardens. Putting the whistle to her lips she tuned out a frantic note. Getting no response she pulled it from her mouth and a chilling scream wailed out of a body that, were anyone to hold it at that moment, would feel fragile. She clawed at the dress and tore it to pieces. Running back inside in just her black under-garments, Danielle searched for her parents. Finally arriving at their chambers she found the doors locked. She banged loudly on the door but nothing happened. She found a nearby window and wrapping the shreds of her gown around her fist, she broke the glass. She rushed out the opening, launching into flight.
That morning she flew the fastest she had ever flown, including the times she took part in the Kingdom’s Sky Races. Nearing the valley she could see a hot white fire burning. In shock she fell down and barely caught herself on a hill. Her feet thundering, she traveled through bushes and thorns, her wings being shredded as thoroughly as she had torn her dress. She barely noticed the pain. Coming across the many bodies strewn about the field, the reality of it all causes her to pause. Then she screams out the names of her family in desperation. Somehow she stumbled upon her husband. His limbs are mangled, and tears adorn his face. He was dead. "Why is he crying?" Danielle shouted. She looked towards the middle of the village and saw stones placed in an odd design. Slowly walking that way, her mind balks at the horror, terrible thoughts brewing. The stones were arranged in symbols warding against evil. In the middle of the stones were two piles of ashes. Rushing forward, Danielle dropped to her knees and began digging through the ashes. She discovered two opal necklaces. Her children were murdered! Revenge throbbed through her veins and she grasped her whistle and trilled for help. This time a sound came back from the neighboring villages, the lords and ladies of the Dark Faerie’s Kingdom.
As the sun died down, her friends arrived on eagles to see Danielle lying on the ground, covered in the ashes of her children, clutching the necklaces to her chest. They picked her up by her elbows and aided her in letting the wind blow away Susan and Charlie's ashes. They bandaged her ruined wings and covered her in a cloak. Tomorrow, they promised her, the Light Faeries will pay for this travesty. The following day Danielle must ride an eagle like her friends, as her wings are beyond repair.
Epilogue
Coming back to herself, Danielle turned around and gazed at her dangling parents. Their wings were placed below their feet as a punishment. They would never reach the stars. Walking to her mother, she looked at the one earring stud her mother only wore. It was made of gold, signifying honor. Danielle ripped the earring away and watched as from the ear, blood congealed into a black mess. Next she walked over to her father and began slapping him. It was some time before she’s able to stop herself.
She stepped away and went back to the start of the path and kneeled down, sitting on the heels of her feet. She looked out into the sky. She was now Queen of both the Light and Dark Faeries. This had always been her destiny. Unbeknownst to her, at her naming ceremony the prophet called her ‘Danielle the Grey’.
Prologue
In a sepulchral chamber there lay a coffin encrusted with gold. On top, in raised Gaelic script, the song of the dead is written below an engraved picture of the deceased man’s face. Kneeling in front of this work of art is the man’s wife, Danielle.
She wears a unique mourning outfit, a grey dress, strap-less, molded to her body. Atop her head fit a silver crown adorned with blood-red rubies. With hands held up in the air, palms up, as if asking for forgiveness, she sings the faerie lament. A black glow surrounds her and the metal box that contains her love one. It coalesces into a dark cloud that rises to the ceiling and then dissipates. The ceremony now over, Danielle’s hands fall to the floor as she breaks down into sobs and cries for the loss of her husband, Andrew.
To her left, as if forgotten, sits two plaques with the names of her children. Slowly coming out of her grief, she looks down and sees the plaques. Picking them up, she carefully places them in front of the coffin. Susan and Charlie, the plaques read, the last memories of her children. When she found them, all that was left of their bodies were ashes which she gathered and tossed to the winds, and the necklaces they had worn since they were babies. Her twin darlings had only been four winter passes old. Now she lays down each string of opals above their names. Her family is dead. She is all that remains.
Standing up, she passes through the doors and down a large hallway filled with candles, one for each member of her village that had passed away in the struggle. When she arrives at the door, she stops and touches the words carved into the door. It says All Sidhe spirits that reside here shall be loved into eternity. Take rest before moving on towards the stars. Pushing open the massive doors made of oak, Danielle walks out onto the balcony and then down the marble steps. She breathes in the fresh air, filling up lungs that felt deprived in that musty room.
Behind her to either side, there is a woman and a man with hair once the color of white fluffy clouds, but now the haze of fog. They hang from ropes tied to a deadened tree. Below their feet lay their once glamorous wings that were torn from their backs, blood glistening on the edges. Danielle does not acknowledge their presence as they are no longer her parents. Instead she looks down the path to the valley below where blackened smoke still rise from the burnt houses and her friends still gather the bodies. Most of the bodies have spears sticking out of various parts of them. Some look like discarded dolls. All have black hair, like her husband, but none have the silver ringlets of her own tresses, the way the children had.
Danielle is the only living faerie with silver hair, born to the King and Queen of the Light Faeries and their ethereal white hair and skin. When she was young she fell in love with a Dark Faerie Prince. He had ebony skin and hair the color of night. He did not find her silver hair to be the apocalyptic symbol her play-mates had. This endeared him to her. Her parents were set against their marriage, a union between the two faerie kinds would bring destruction, they said. In a way they were clairvoyant. After many moons of their daughter’s pleadings, they gave in. She had worn them down with her rebellious behavior. Danielle moved into Andrew’s village where she finally felt at home. After a couple of years she became pregnant with twins. When they were born, everyone was shocked to see they bore the gossamer wings of their mother of the light faeries, but the ebony skin of the dark faeries. They would later develop their mother’s silver hair. Andrew’s parents loved them and would shower them with gifts. At the age of two the children lost those grandparents. There was never any certainty over what killed them, but many feared a plague. Danielle though, suspected an assassination. Andrew was named King of the Dark Faeries with Danielle his Queen. At the age of four, her children gained a new ability.
They could shimmer, move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. It was a gift the dark faeries once coveted, as they had no quick means of travel. Unlike their light counterparts, dark faeries do not have wings. Instead they would shimmer across the lands, exploring new worlds. They turned away from this ability once they learned to call the Great Eagles to their sides, as shimmering was taxing on not only their bodies, but their souls. Danielle’s parents were scared of her children once they saw their new ability. They believed these hybrids prophesized a great terror. It was with this foresight of some potential betrayal among the royals, that Danielle left her husband and children to visit the Summer Solstice Ball, in honor of the Light King and Queen’s 450th anniversary.
On an autumn day, Danielle ran around her home frantically packing. She was going to be late, unacceptable for the current Queen of the Dark Faeries. She wore a black gown covered in jewels that glistened like diamonds. Her hair flowed down to her shoulders, tied back from her face with fine unicorn hair. Her children looked on with saddened expressions, whether this was because their mother was leaving them or because they were missing out on cake, Danielle wasn’t sure.
She stopped and began searching with her eyes around the room one last time before turning to her husband and engaging him in a sweltering kiss. “I’ll miss you,” Andrew said. He smiles in content, gazing at his flushed wife. Their children, Susan and Charlie latched onto her legs. “Mommy, please don’t go,” Susan begged. The child’s eyes were full of fear. Charlie, a little more calmly said, “we’ll always love you, no matter what you do.” Their words echoed around the room eerily, a portent of what was to come.
Gathering them into a crushing hug, Danielle gave them a shortened version of her usual farewell. “Be well my children, know that the light dwells within you, look beyond the shadow.” She let them slide from her arms. “Andrew, I love you with all my heart and I will return.” Taking one last long gaze into his eyes, she memorized his features. Whenever she left him to take care of a political crisis, she was always afraid it may be her last chance to see him. She picked up her bag, walked outside and rose into the air. Her glimmering wings sent gusts against the faces of her family, standing in the doorway, waving so long. Off she flew into the sky, headed north towards her parent’s palace. Watching as the village swept out beneath her wings, Danielle unknowingly took her last look at her home.
She flew over rivers and hills headed towards a large forest encompassing most of the visible land. Looking east, she saw a hint of moving white light. Gliding down to get a closer view, she was unable to determine its location. Figuring the sun to be interfering with her vision, she hurried to the palace.
The Light Faeries enjoy luxurious homes while Dark Faeries prefer a simplistic life style, more in tune with Nature. Spotting the five story palace that resembled a castle, Danielle drifted down towards the entrance to the gate, where two guards were checking the invites of a gaggle of young women. Of her own family, Danielle had been the only one to be invited, which made her fear a political trap. As the Queen of the Dark Faeries, she had an obligation to accept the invitation, so as to not start an intra-relational disaster.
“You’re invitation, My Lady,” one of the guards spoke in a monotone.
“Here,” Danielle drew the parchment from her bag. “I believe my parents the King and Queen are expecting me?”
The guard quickly glanced from the parchment to Danielle’s hair. Only if he used the light posts could his eyes glimpse the silver sparkles that was a recognizable feature of the former Princess. Dropping down into a bow, and barely rising afterwards, he led her along many hallways and up several staircases while carrying her luggage. Though small, her bag was heavy, and weighed horribly upon his submissive back. Once they stood in front of her quarters, the guard hastily shoved the luggage inside the door. “Excuse me, Your Highness, I must return to my duties. Do you desire someone to refresh your memory as to the set up of your rooms?” Danielle’s eyes flashed a gold hue as her anger encompassed her face. The guard stumbled back down the hall as fast as he could.
Finally, some peace. She gazed thoughtfully at the inscription on her door. Danielle. Her first name only, quite the shame. She began to wander around the rooms she lived in as a child. Once past the cheerful parlor, five rooms branched off. There was one meant for entertaining important guests. Her own bedroom, full of flowers gathered from as far as her people could travel, magicked to continually be in bloom. The bed, covered in sheets of the finest cloth; a private door through the closet to a marble bathing room. Walking through doors in a circular path, she walked into the toy room where her winged dolls could fly on their own. The last room of note, her study. She spent years at a time in that study, learning the government of her people.
An annoying buzzing noise assaults her ears. It takes a moment for her to recognize it as her self-installed door bell. Muttering the spell to open the door, she waits for the servant to find her. “Your parents will greet you shortly if you will come down to the library.” The girl was slouching in disrespect with a curled lip as she spoke.
“Why thank you,” Danielle said coldly. When they had both been younger they were great friends, loved braiding each other’s hair. That had been the life, happy times. Not this cold bitterness they now held for each other, ever since Danielle had been elevated to Queen of the Dark Faeries.
Sending the maid away, Danielle returned to her bedroom and lay down. She stared up at the ceiling of swirling galaxies and was barely aware as she fell asleep, a purple cloud gathering across her. A knock on the main door to her quarters startled her awake. Her mother entered without waiting for a response, carrying a white gown to replace Danielle’s black sparkling one.
“Mother, I’m sorry, I suppose I was weary from the travel. I hope I did not insult the guests by not showing up?” Danielle could only groggily lift her head. Her mind felt stuffed with cotton, and her thoughts unusually slow.
“Never mind that, daughter. It seems your dress has crinkled during your sleep. I have a gown here that will not only shape your form, but befit the status of a Queen.” Her mother Andrea said, as if Danielle was still a child. She quickly pulled her off the bed, undid the ties in the back of the dress, and changed her into the white gown, making sure the ties were tight. Danielle was not awake enough to be offended by her mother’s actions. “Meet us in the ballroom, the rest of the guests should arrive soon.” With that she leaves Danielle to gaze at her costume in disappointment.
She had planned her own black gown to signify that she was now one of the Dark Faeries. With a Light Faerie gown, it would symbolize her to still be under the rule of her parents. Looking in her bedroom mirror it’s visible how much the gown clashes with her silver hair. No wonder the boys never cared to flirt with her, she wore these clownish outfits all the time.
By the time Danielle managed to get down the eighteen flights of stairs to the ballroom, her breathing was ragged. Entering the room she’s surprised to see only a couple hundred guests. Swearing that more people used to be at these festivities, she glided towards the drinks. "Danielle, you look as magnificent as ever," Danielle's father Charles gushed.
"Father, you're as dashing as ever." She hugged him. Charles passed her a drink which she finished with quick gulps. "I guess I'll go and mingle. Happy Anniversary, Father." She kissed him on the cheek and then weaved her way through the room. Throughout the night she chatted about nonsensical things, and danced with some of the men she knew from her childhood. Everything she drank unknowingly came from the hand of her father. As it becomes late, she grew dizzy she lost consciousness, falling into her father's arms. While sleeping on a sofa in a living room where the doors are spelled shut, a piercing note rang out from a whistle tucked underneath the gown. She never stirred.
Morning light seeped through curtains and landed on the pale face of Danielle. Drawing open her eyes, she saw the living room she was in, a room just off from the ballroom. Sitting up she wondered why she was there. Placing her hand on top of her chest she felt the warm burn of her small tin whistle hanging from her pearl necklace. In a panic, she ran through the halls and out to the gardens. Putting the whistle to her lips she tuned out a frantic note. Getting no response she pulled it from her mouth and a chilling scream wailed out of a body that, were anyone to hold it at that moment, would feel fragile. She clawed at the dress and tore it to pieces. Running back inside in just her black under-garments, Danielle searched for her parents. Finally arriving at their chambers she found the doors locked. She banged loudly on the door but nothing happened. She found a nearby window and wrapping the shreds of her gown around her fist, she broke the glass. She rushed out the opening, launching into flight.
That morning she flew the fastest she had ever flown, including the times she took part in the Kingdom’s Sky Races. Nearing the valley she could see a hot white fire burning. In shock she fell down and barely caught herself on a hill. Her feet thundering, she traveled through bushes and thorns, her wings being shredded as thoroughly as she had torn her dress. She barely noticed the pain. Coming across the many bodies strewn about the field, the reality of it all causes her to pause. Then she screams out the names of her family in desperation. Somehow she stumbled upon her husband. His limbs are mangled, and tears adorn his face. He was dead. "Why is he crying?" Danielle shouted. She looked towards the middle of the village and saw stones placed in an odd design. Slowly walking that way, her mind balks at the horror, terrible thoughts brewing. The stones were arranged in symbols warding against evil. In the middle of the stones were two piles of ashes. Rushing forward, Danielle dropped to her knees and began digging through the ashes. She discovered two opal necklaces. Her children were murdered! Revenge throbbed through her veins and she grasped her whistle and trilled for help. This time a sound came back from the neighboring villages, the lords and ladies of the Dark Faerie’s Kingdom.
As the sun died down, her friends arrived on eagles to see Danielle lying on the ground, covered in the ashes of her children, clutching the necklaces to her chest. They picked her up by her elbows and aided her in letting the wind blow away Susan and Charlie's ashes. They bandaged her ruined wings and covered her in a cloak. Tomorrow, they promised her, the Light Faeries will pay for this travesty. The following day Danielle must ride an eagle like her friends, as her wings are beyond repair.
Coming back to herself, Danielle turned around and gazed at her dangling parents. Their wings were placed below their feet as a punishment. They would never reach the stars. Walking to her mother, she looked at the one earring stud her mother only wore. It was made of gold, signifying honor. Danielle ripped the earring away and watched as from the ear, blood congealed into a black mess. Next she walked over to her father and began slapping him. It was some time before she’s able to stop herself.
She stepped away and went back to the start of the path and kneeled down, sitting on the heels of her feet. She looked out into the sky. She was now Queen of both the Light and Dark Faeries. This had always been her destiny. Unbeknownst to her, at her naming ceremony the prophet called her ‘Danielle the Grey’.
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