The Tale of the Darkest Faerie: Part Two
The letter began like this:
To Dark Faeries everywhere...
The Dark Faerie sighed and put her pen down.
It was impossible, this letter, this thing that she had to do. She shook her
head and removed the fancy stationery. The old, tattered notebook glowed in
the moonlight as she gracefully grasped the quill. The quill was still as the
faerie looked outside the window, dreaming away to the past that had been. More
memories returned as she started to write.
The path to being a full-fledged dark faerie
was long and tough. Few could endure it, and even fewer graduated from the Academy.
Delia was aware of it, but she was sure that her friend Desdemona would graduate.
The naive little faerie didn't doubt her friend's abilities, though sometimes
she thought about that interesting comment.
"The Darkest Faerie of them all!"
However, as with any legend, the problems were
there. There were rivalries, obstacles and more... and she would have to prove
to be worthy.
Delia was grateful of the bond of friendship
between her and Desdemona. She was quite proud to have a powerful friend like
that. There was no more bullying after that incident in the library, which was
a thing that Delia was very grateful for.
The light friendship that began turned into a
deep one, and soon Delia was like a shadow. She followed her savior everywhere
and helped out whenever she could. The little dark faerie had believed that
her friend was invincible and that no one would even dare to think of challenging
Desdemona, but one day she learned that she was wrong.
It was a quite dark and gloomy day. Delia was
walking down a hallway when she heard some shouts and taunts. Desdemona had
gone ahead, and now her friend was worrying that something bad would happen
to her. Delia walked faster as she heard the voices grow louder.
"Such a shame," she heard a dark faerie say.
Delia turned around the corner and saw Desdemona and several faeries. They had
heard her come, and the dark faeries turned their heads around. Delia froze.
It was the dark faeries that had teased her in
the library, on that fateful day. What were they doing here? Delia quickly walked
forward to Desdemona, but the leader that had been hit by her book stopped her.
"Trying to defend your friend, weakling?" she
asked as she tossed a black orb in the air. "Sorry, but this time you don't
have any books." The leader turned around and glared at Desdemona.
"Well, well... Trying to outdo us..." she muttered
as Desdemona brushed her arm away and positioned herself beside Delia.
"Trying to corner me?" Desdemona asked. "Tsk,
tsk..." She waved a finger in front of the dark faerie's nose.
"Don't think that you're good for anything, you
little brat!" the leader growled.
"Of course not, cousin Mesmeria," Desdemona said,
"How dare you! I'm a lady!" the faerie named
Mesmeria cried out as her two followers took a step forward.
"Ah, how picturesque," Desdemona commented sarcastically.
Delia admired that brave spirit and the satire... Oh, how she wished that she
might be as good as Desdemona someday! "The three Dark Faerie Sisters," the
Dark Faerie declared.
Mesmeria shot an angry glare before she continued
icily. "Our family's honor is at stake... and you're making it worse!"
"We're not family," Desdemona said coldly. Delia
stood still. She had never seen her friend so serious before. The verbal battle
that was waged between the two parties was too deep for her to understand. All
she got was that Desdemona and these scary bullies were cousins.
"Of course we are, dear cousin," the faerie to
Mesmeria's right said. "Enough with your games and fun... It's time to join
the winning side."
"And drop that little parasite," the faerie to
Mesmeria's right said, pointing at Delia. The little faerie shuddered as all
three of them glared at her. Then she felt a touch on her back, and felt quite
"I believe," Desdemona said, "that I'm on the
winning side. You are the losers."
"By sucking up to an ancient, noble freak who
can't do anything?" Mesmeria raised her eyebrow. "Now, really..." She gave an
elegant wave to her sisters. "Let's leave, Desiree, Cruella." The two faeries
quickly followed the leader, and Cruella blew a raspberry at the two friends.
"You may not be it yet, but you will..." Desdemona
muttered darkly as she watched her cousins leave.
"What was that?" Delia asked, feeling that it
was somewhat safe now. The air had held so much tension when the faeries were
insulting each other, so much dislike and hate... She shuddered, thankful at
the fact that she didn't have horrible relatives like those three.
"My annoying relatives," Desdemona replied calmly.
Delia noticed that her normally pale skin was even whiter at the knuckles, if
that was possible. "My family doesn't happen to have a high rank in this society,
while their family does. Overall, we're okay but not really respected..."
"I respect you!" Delia said. "I don't understand
why they were so snooty..."
"They just want to be the best, and perhaps they're
angry that I'm friends with you," her friend said thoughtfully. Delia felt a
little bit happy over the fact that she was of some importance. "Anyway, it's
not over yet..."
"It's not?" the little faerie asked, wondering
what Desdemona had in store for them. If it had been her, she would've just
given up because she didn't have any talents or the courage to fight. This is
what she liked about Desdemona... If things didn't come, the Dark Faerie came
"Well, I've got to do something," Desdemona muttered.
Gritting her teeth, she growled, "Revenge..."
Desdemona's revenge was carefully planned. The
spell had been prepared and the items were ready. Delia watched as her friend
recited the incantation and held out the items. She could feel the powerful
magic coming from the pot that the Dark Faerie was stirring. The hair on her
skin stood up and she shivered as Desdemona's voice grew louder and louder.
Bang! The explosion was much more forceful than
Delia expected. The whole room shook and a black fog came flying out from the
pot and disappeared through the window.
A somewhat scarred Desdemona turned her head
around, her eyes glowing of a sinister red that Delia had never seen before.
She mumbled something and moved her hand over the pot. Intense waves ran through
the room, centering on the pot, and then it was gone.
"There," the Dark Faerie said. "Now let's see
who's the best..."
Delia was scared. Her good friend, who had always
been nice but quiet... Like this? She recalled the red eyes with a shudder.
She would remember those for the rest of her life. The little faerie took out
a crystal ball and touched it with her magic. Instantly the bluish mist inside
cleared and showed of the Dark Faerie Sisters.
"Success," Desdemona stated as they observed
a little black cloud of fog coming through the window and hovering over the
"It's a little bit small, though..." the Dark
Faerie trailed off as she watched her creation. "But it will last longer that
Delia had read about the spell in one of the
old books at her private library at home. She knew it was a very hard spell
to do, especially for someone who hadn't graduated from a magical school. She
admired her friend even more, if that was possible.
She giggled as she watched the Dark Faerie Sisters'
unfortunate occurrences the following day. Delia made sure to follow them, and
laugh loudly whenever Mesmeria did something funny, like tripping on a box and
falling into a puddle of dung, getting up again just to be hit by a twig.
"You're really great," she said to Desdemona
when the day ended. "They were having 'bad luck' the whole day..."
"It was nothing," Desdemona said. She was soon
off to her own land, leaving Delia behind. The little faerie decided to think
about the events that had happened. She recalled the happy times... the sad
times... But she couldn't forget how scary Desdemona had looked when she uttered
the words 'The Darkest Faerie'.
Delia didn't have any doubt; her friend would
be a true dark faerie. She was a little bit worried about herself and that graduation...
Suddenly she remembered something.
There had been a fuss over something in the Academy
that was called the Dark Faerie Queen. The Queen was a person of power, having
quite an amount of power. She had to be a student and quite clever, in order
to stay on the throne. Anyone could be Queen if they just had that grip of terror
around the school, but few did. Therefore, mostly the new Queen was decided
by a brave faerie challenging the old Queen. Was that what Desdemona meant with
'The Darkest Faerie'?
A black Beekadoodle flew through the window and
landed in Desdemona's hair. She quickly grabbed the petpet and snatched the
letter that it had carried. Delia quickly took care the poor little petpet and
let it sleep in one of her dresses.
"What does it say?" Delia asked, curious. Desdemona
looked up from the letter, her face a little bit flustered and her fists clenched,
scrunching the letter.
"A duel." Many things flashed through Delia's
mind. Thousand possibilities... anything could happen, but it certainly didn't
"Don't," she whispered, having a bad feeling
about it all. "It's rather fishy..."
"I'll have to," Desdemona replied. "For my honor,
my family and the future that I plan to have."
To be continued...