The Fairy Queen and the Wolf

The Fairy Queen and the Wolf

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By: Chase L. Currie

Once upon a time...

In the twisted woods of the Black Forest, lies the kingdom of Tal'Zeal; a kingdom of colors and gold, a kingdom beneath the walls of a great oak tree, a kingdom ruled by the fairies of the forest. There in the woods of black trees was the most peaceful kingdom of all time. The fairies briskly live their lives in every happiness known to the realm but that was then and this is now.

Now there a dark storm plaguing the fairies. A storm with lighting that is quick and deadly, sharp like teeth of a wolf. The eyes of the storm a glowing green of death devouring each and every fairies it laid it eyes upon and now it see the Queen of the fairies.

“Run my Queen,” one of the large Knights yell at his blonde hair master. “Run!” he tries to scream again but the giant paw crush his body against the earth. She screams, turns and flies as fast as she can, heading blindly into the night, trying to fight back the burning tears of around her blue eyes. Just moments ago she saw all of her royal party get slaughter by the wolf that has been plaguing her people.

She beats her purple wings harder than she every done before in her life, praying to the old gods of the woods, that the monster is not behind her. She prays, cries that her guards die fast and were not eaten alive. She dances between the branches of the unseen trees. The night trying it's hardest to blind her from reaching any kind of haven. She rushes and rushes. Her heart beating as fast as her wings. Her pale skin pouring rivers of sweat as the breaking branches scream in agony behind her.

She doesn't have to look, she already knows that the wolf is chasing after her. The giant black wolf wants nothing more than to rip her apart, like the dreams he has every night, all he wants is her, that’s all he needs. He wants to hear her cries as each tooth piercing her thin short body. Tastes the iron of her crimson blood, this is all he been dreaming of and all the lives he has taken from this world was just a appetizers before the main course.

But the Queen is faster than the wolf, much faster. All fairies are but every beat, every second of of her life is coming to an end; her wings are strong but not strong enough and they will fail her. It's only a matter of time. There no doubt in either one of their minds.

Then like a gift from the gods, in a hole in the darkness the Queen zipped into a small little cave. A cave just for her with walls of thorns.

She plants herself against the hard stone at the back of the cave, turns in a flash to look out into the darkness. It moves across from the hole, the wolf didn't see her duck into the cave of thorns and a moment of relief falls from her lips. As she falls to the ground follow by that moment of terror at what she saw, at all the death of her friends and family. The tears flow as easy as her lungs beat with air. Her fists beat the ground, she wasn't strong enough to save them. There was nothing she could have done anyways. They gave their honor to her and now their lives to her and what did that get them in return? A painful death by a wolf who hates them for no reason.

She cries for only a few hours in the dark, while the cold air tries to calm her, but the air fails to do so. She cries and then stop the tears, not the pain, just the tears, sits back in looks out the hole. She is the Queen and the Queen must be strong, she tells her self. She stands brushing the dirt from her gray knee high stocks, and dark brown skirt, fixes her long blonde curly hair and heads for the opening at the end of the cave.

She has to get back to her people, she must, no matter what.

Slowly she makes it to the threshold of the cave, watching where she place her hands, calmly studying the darkness around her, and then gradually flying out. The night howls, the darkness burst in a ray of with teeth, the glowing green eyes locks her soul into it's gaze and the wolf comes from nowhere. Barely missing the Queen, throwing her back down the hole as he pushes his way to her.

There she is inches away from her death, feeling the warmth of the wolf's breath, she knows this is the end. She accept it like the rising sun, she knows it's going to happen. She failed her people, her friends and most of all herself. Now all she does is open her arms and let this monster eat her whole, closing those her eyes blues and waiting for the end.

But the end never comes.

She opens her eyes to see the wolf gazing down at her, those green eyes born in pain and agony staring at her. The body of the beast, of this devilish monster is wrapped up in the thorns of the cave. Thorns that are known for ejecting poisons as they pierces the bodies of anything that dear to touches them. The wolf is dying and now it's only a matter of time. She tries not to smile, tries not to think of the justice the gods just plague this monster with, but she can't help it. The grin shoot around her red lips quickly turning into a smiling growing from ear to ear.

The wolf blinks his eyes and then like a person, like one of us, says, “Ah, I see you're just like me.”

The words, the voice or was it the truth that caught her off guard. She didn't know the wolf could speak but to say what he did, she didn't see that coming at all. The shock fades letting the words root deep into her mind, realizing what he said. A monster like him. A thing that loves to kill, that loves to taste blood and to see life fade from something that was once living. She screams, “Am nothing like you!”

“And yet,” he replies, fighting to push closer to her. She almost screams again, almost yelling for him to stop. The more he moves the the deeper the thorns will good and the quickly the poisons will take him. “You smile knowing am going to die.”

“You killed some many of my people!” She screeches back.

“I did, and” he groans, “I would do it again and again.”

“Why?” She begs to him. “Why?”

“Why are you smiling?” he ask, knowing it's rude to answer a question with a question. “It's not because of me killing your people, it's because you know am dying, seeing something die, something you hate more than the blackness night, seeing that thing fade from this world, brings you joy.”

She falls to the ground, the smile long fades away. She sits there looking at him, seeing the life slowly leak from his eyes. Is he right, he is but only a little bit. Sure, there a part of her that loves seeing this monster die but there another part, a bigger part, that hates seeing him in pain.

He advances trying to reach her a little bit more, she wants to jump to her feet, she wants to make him stop, but she doesn't. “You haven't asked me why I kill you monsters.”

Monsters, the word doesn't seem right. It doesn't feel right to think of fairies as monsters, as something that shouldn't been but she doesn't have to ask why. She knows why. Monsters, any kind of monster, shouldn't be allow to live in the world. They are the opposite of everything living in this realm or the next. They all should be put down and this wolf, this beast, was doing the law of the world; taking out one monster at a time.

“Ask me!” he yells driving himself deeper into the cave, driving the thorns deeper into him.

“Stop, stop,” she shouts jumping to her feet, holding her arms out as if they would make him stop but they do, not the arms alone but the look in her eyes. The same look a caring mother gives a child crying in the night. The look of a person wishing they knew how to make all the pain go away when they can't. “Please, don’t' move, the thorns, they will kill you.”

He says nothing, for there nothing to be said. He just looks at her and waits for his blood to turn against his body.

“What is your name?” She ask after about an hour of them looking at each other.

“I know you are not a fool,” he replies, “and you know, like I do, if I die in this cave you will too. There’s no way out.”

All she asks is, “What is your name?”

“Am not going to move,” he keeps saying, “Am not going to give into your trick.”

“No trick,” she quietly replies, stepping closer to him, “I just want to know your name.” She places one hand against his fur. It's different for the both of them. She never felt wolf's fur before and he's never felt a touch of warmth from a tiny, tiny hand but it feels good. Almost right for them to be feeling each other.

“I could eat you now,” he says, showing his teeth.

“I know,” she replies, lying against him, “but if you do, tell me your name first.”

“Why do you want to know my name?” He yells full of rage, full of not understanding.

“My name is Jessie,” she tells him never lifting himself from his fur. “And they say their power in a name and now you have power over me.”

“No, no,” he starts screaming, pushing her away from him, pushing his body deeper into the cave. “This is not right!”

“Stop!” She fights back trying to push him, but that's like a leaf pushing against the wind, it just doesn't work. “You'll die and I don't want you too. I want you to stop. I want you to live!”

“Why?” And he stop moving, seeing the tears in those ocean blue eyes. The tears running down the pale skin of the Queen of fairies. A monster crying for him.

“Because I like your eyes,” she says, “I like the way your fur feels and I like hearing you talk. I didn't know wolves could speak. I like...” She stops for a moment, whips the tears from her face, and gathering her strength for the hardest words she about to every say. For the hardest thing she about to do, “to forgive you. You think we are monsters and we think you are a monster. Maybe we are both got it all wrong.”

“My name is Saevio...” the wolf says.

(I don't how to end it...)