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This story contains some explicit scenes and should not be read by innocent people. I think it would be rated NR17 or in England 18. Other than that it's everything a nice little faerie tale should be!
“Light and shade, light and shade, look at what the sunlight's made, light and shade, here and there, golden sparkles everywhere. Green and blue, high and wide, scents of flowers in summer tide.” she sang softly to herself.
“Good morrow fair maid.” came a voice from the trees above. Daisy looked up and squinted into the branches to see who hailed her. With a flash of blue he stood next to her.
“Greetings sweet Daisy, what are you doing?” he asked
“Hello Raven, I’m just sitting and dreaming.” Daisy replied
“And why not” Raven laughed. “Can I interest you in joining me for a paddle?”
Daisy thought for a moment and answered
“I would be delighted in going with you Raven.” and with that they both flew into the air. Ivy and Snowdrop were at home sewing. They were making dresses for the faerie ball next se’ntide. They were discussing the Prince, all young faerie girls talked about the handsome Prince.
“I hear he will be at the dance.” Ivy giggled
“It will be splendid if he is, I wish and hope he’ll dance with me.” Snowdrop sighed
“As do I, as do us all.” Ivy nodded frowning at the cobweb thread that wouldn’t go into the eye of the needle.
“Who’s keeping watch over the dance?” Snowdrop asked.
“Why the guards of course.” Ivy laughed at Snowdrops foolishness.
“I thought so, I do feel sorry for them, they won’t be able to dance.”
“True but perhaps they do not enjoy frivolity.” Ivy continued with her sewing humming softly. Then a young faerie appeared at the door.
“Morning Snowdrop, morning Ivy, do either of you have an acorn I can borrow only we wanted to play catch and haven’t any.”
“Morning Lily, you’re out of breath you shouldn’t fly so quickly.” Ivy reprimanded her lightly.
“Sorry Ivy, but do you...” she began again.
“Yes, yes I do.” Ivy interrupted and placed a polished acorn into the little faeries eager hands before she flew rapidly away.
“Honestly! Those young ones are always dashing around. So tell me Snowdrop are you using lavender on your dress?”
The pool lay still and quiet, dammed off from the stream apart from a small opening to prevent any fish getting into it. The sun lay like a shimmering veil on the surface of the water. With a sudden splash the pond exploded into circles of ripples expanding outwards to the edge and back again growing faint. Raven’s head appeared above the surface squirting out a jet of water consumed when he went below. Daisy stood on the edge laughing at the foolhardy faeries’ escapades.
“Come in Daisy it’s fine!” he called while treading the water to stay afloat. Closing her eyes, holding her nose and her breath Daisy plunged in. When the ripples had subsided she opened her eyes and began to swim. They swam round one way, then the other, then Raven splashed Daisy and they were beginning a water fight when an acorn landed in the pool. It sank quickly.
“What was that?” Daisy asked
“I didn’t see.” Raven replied puzzled. Then six faerie children scampered through the undergrowth to the waters edge.
“Oh no!” one cried forlornly, “It fell in.”
“I knew it would you can’t throw at all Cherry.” Clover snapped.
“I can the wind blew it.” Cherry retorted.
“There wasn’t any wind” piped up Maple
“There was I felt it.” Hazel said sticking up for Cherry.
“Well what are we going to do?” Lily exclaimed
“Jump in and get it Cherry!” Juniper decided.
“No you jump in your bigger!” Cherry shouted she’d started to cry.
“That acorn was borrowed it wasn’t mine.” Lily sniffed getting upset too.
Then they noticed Raven and Daisy for the first time as Raven was getting out of the pool. He shook his wings to dry them and opened then out fully impressing the children with his wing span which signified his maturity. Daisy thought to herself that although his large wings meant he was older than them his showing off was a little immature. “Please sir, our acorn fell in the water!” Cherry sobbed.
“So that’s what it was.” Raven smiled “Well don’t worry, I’ll rescue it.” and with the air of one who has won an audience he leapt into the air, somersaulted and cut into the water like a knife. Daisy shook her head. Despite his stylish departure he returned empty handed which made the children miserable again. Raven decided to cheer them up with his tales of adventure he’d picked up from somewhere and substituted himself for the hero of the story. Daisy slipped soundlessly into the water and holding her breath dove to the bottom of the pool, it was suprisingly deep for a pool but not daunted she searched the pebbles for a moment and then saw the acorn nestled by the dam. Swimming over she also noticed a golden ring in-between two stones. She gave a tug but it was stuck, she gave a bigger pull and it came out. She thought she saw the wall shake but she wasn’t sure. So with the acorn under one arm and the ring on the other she swam to the surface.
The children greeted the return of their acorn with joyous merriment and showered blessings on the exhausted Daisy. She sat in the sun drying and looking at the ring. It could fit round her waist and it had a clear sparkling stone set on it. It would make a pretty belt for the ball she decided. Raven muttered congratulations at her retrieval of the acorn and the finding of a pretty ornament but Daisy knew he was jealous that she had done what he’d failed to do.
“I say we strike tomorrow.” cried the Elf general Roc.
“I agree, they won’t be expecting it.” Hurricane the weapon building supervisor agreed.
“I disagree with you both.” Methuen shouted slamming his fist on the table bringing instant silence, “we attack on the day of the feast, they will be dancing and eating and unaware of a sudden and deadly assault. We capture the Queen, take their treasures and kill them all, save a few prisoners which we shall torture.”
“For what means?” asked Kestral the torture master.
“For the means of pleasure!!” roared Methuen leaping to his feet and sending his chair skittering across the hall floor. With that the war lords bowed and exited the room quickly.
“So the Prince will be there I’ve heard.” Azalea whispered confidentially to the group.
“I’m sure he’ll dance with me.” smiled Mimosa proudly
“He wouldn’t you’re only 15 summers old!” Honeysuckle reminded her.
“I’m sure he’ll dance with us all.” Orchid democratically stepped in.
“Hello!” Daisy called walking over smiling. The girls gasped in awe at the gleaming belt she was wearing. Sunlight sparkled off it sending blades of light to all the plants and trees.
“That’s beautiful!” they exclaimed as they crowded round to get a closer look, “where did you get it?”
“I found it in the lake!” Daisy grinned, “Nice isn’t it!”
“I should say so!” Mimosa nodded “It’s fabulous, you’ll cut a dash at the ball with that!” Daisy sat down next to the pile of petals and began to make herself a gown. The others joined her and they chatted merrily about the Prince.
“How is the arrangement s for the dance coming along?” the Queen murmured to her advisor whilst reading a royal scroll.
“Everything is in order your majesty. The food is being gathered and the decorations made and the whole kingdom is buzzing with excitement.” he replied.
“Excellent.” she smiled, “I want it to be the greatest ball this forest has ever know!” just then Prince Aaron walked into the room.
“Good afternoon Aaron.” the Queen greeted him, “How goes your day?”
“Agreeable mother, the Kingdom is all talking of the forth coming festival.” he answered and sat down upon a feathery cushion.
“I’m so glad to hear that the world is in rapture for this dance, I would be.” she laughed like tiny glass bells ringing. “Valet!! How goes my gown for the dance?” she asked
“It is looking exquisite already your majesty!” the valet grovelled.
“I am tiring of this already,” Aaron exclaimed “I’m going out again.”
“Return at night fall petal!” Verbena called shrilly to his exiting figure.
Prince Aaron leapt upon his dragonfly and with a single command was soon soaring through the forest nimbly dodging trees and plants. Suddenly, almost out of no where three trees appeared he had little time to think and swerved between two of them he found himself caught in a thick, sticky spiders web suspended between the trees. He was struggling to reach his sword and cut himself free when he realised the trees were slowly recoiling into the earth.
“I thought I didn’t recognise them being here.” he gasped
Soon he was in the cobweb on the floor rolling around like a little earthworm. a shadow fell across him. He stopped struggling and looked up. He was surrounded by heavily armed elves. They parted and Tempest walked between them. When she reached the Prince she laughed menacingly.
“It seems you will not be going anywhere now your highness.” she sneered
“If you stop me from attending the ball they will find out! They will know!!” he cried in anger
“Wrong, you will be attending the ball Aaron..” Tempest’s features began to melt and her height decreased slightly, in a moment she was the mirror image of Aaron himself, “..you will be attending the ball!”
“Do you want a fire to see by?” he asked politley.
“No, thank you Spark I’m done now.” Daisy replied brushing dust off the hem of her new gown.
“That belt is lovely!” Spark admired flirting a little.
“Thank you.” Daisy blushed and fluttered away.
Then a grand voice boomed out over the groups of faeries.
“Make way for the Queen!”
Everyone bowed or curtsied as the shimmering white splendour of Queen Verbena sparkled into view.
“It’s the queen!” the crowds whispered and faeries flocked out of trees and flowers to see her. Daisy flew quickly back, she couldn’t fly as fast as usual because of the weight of the belt.
“Silence for the Queen!” the voice boomed again.
“Loyal subjects,” she smiled “I wished to talk to you about the ball tomorrow eve’ thank you so much for all you help in the preparations and I hope you all enjoy the feasting and the dancing as much as I will. Also if you happen to see Prince Aaron please tell him that he’s late home! Thank you.”
And with that she sashayed out of the clearing to her palace. After a moments awed silence murmurs rose and then everyone was talking normally again. Daisy wandered off into the dark trees. The talking faded away as she became further from it until all was silent bar the crickets in the undergrowth and the owls in the tree tops. The moon was full and the world was tinted in silver. Her wings shone with a lunar glory she had never seen before. She was a shimmering gossamer angel in the dark of night. She reached the pond and sat at the water’s edge, the reflections of the plants and the moon were rippling in the night breeze. Gazing into the water she thought she saw the Prince behind her. She spun around and he was there smiling ominously.
“Your majesty.” she gasped curtsying. Suddenly he grabbed her neck lifted her into the air. Shock and the force of his grip left her unable to speak. He laughed cruelly and pushed her to the floor.
“I want to know what it’s like from this point of view!” he laughed and held down her arms. She struggled and kicked fear rising in her from the pit of her soul as she began to realise what he intended to do. She beat her wings but they were pressed hard against the cold earth. She tried to kick, bite and scratch but the Prince held her down well. Then cold iron chains were holding her to the floor in a star shape. She twisted her head in amazement as to where the chains had come from. She could barely move an inch and the iron dug into her white skin making it red. She lifted her neck to see what the beast was doing. He stood there grinning wickedly looking at her prostrate form that thrashed pityingly, striving to be free. He got to his knees between her legs and reaching out tore her dress easily from her. The cold night air chilled her naked body. Tears began to run down her cheeks and he ran his hand up her thigh to her secret place. His middle finger gently probed her skin until it found an opening. Thrusting upwards quickly he made her gasp with pain, fear and virginal delight. He reached down to his own clothes and released his straining member. She felt the heat of it touching her thigh, the tip was moist and ready. Pressing against her dampness he eased it in momentarily and then pushed it home with all his might. She screamed loud and clear cutting through the sky like a knife. His hand clamped on her mouth but all too late for murmurs of a group could be heard coming through the trees.
“Damn!” he growled, the chains vanished instantly and picking her up he flew quickly into the night. There was no-one to answer for the scream the faeries had heard when they came to the river bank and found it empty.
