The Darkest Faerie Rises: Part Three
"And now Jhudora, our time together is coming to an end.
You once told me to make sure that in my blessings, I too was blessed. And now
I am counting on you to help me fulfill my dreams. You would just get in my way,
so I shall bless you. I want you to enjoy being a malicious child again, I know
how much you used to enjoy it, you told me about it all the time. So you see?
That was an important piece of advice, for now you are out of my way, and you
can enjoy being a young faerie again. Have fun," said Drakar maliciously as she
turned Jhudora into a tiny faerie, old enough to walk, but not old enough, or
powerful enough, to pose a threat to Drakar or her quest for power.
"Council, I come before you again not as your
subject, but as your current and future ruler. I will take you on either one
at a time or all at once, whichever you prefer, but I am ready to defeat you
all. Last time I was told that I had to defeat you to take my rightful place
as the darkest faerie. I am ready to defeat you all, and I could do it with
little effort. Do you want to take me for my word or will I have to prove it
"And so you are, master Drakar," said the oldest
and wises council members in unison. The older council member motioned for the
others to stand up and to bow as she walked from her seat and placed her symbol
of leadership around Drakar's neck, a pendent that she held dear.
"Master Drakar, I hope that with this symbol,
it is solidifying our relationship and your power over us all."
"Oh, it is a symbol of my power over all of
you, but we have no relationship. I suggest that, to keep me from throwing you
in the royal dungeon for your feelings of mutiny before I was ready to take
you all on at once, you serve me faithfully, for that is the only chance you
have to regain my trust, and patience."
Drakar started addressing the fastest council
member, "You are to find every dark faerie old enough to be of use to me. I
suggest you find them quickly because the more powerful I grow, the less time
I want to take in my quest for complete control over Faerieland."
"Of course, master," said the faerie bowing
low and zooming off to hunt for dark faeries.
A day later, Drakar held a meeting with all
of the most powerful dark faeries.
"You all know why you have been summoned here.
You are here because you are talented, and what we are doing is no small task,
but it can be accomplished. To take over Faerieland is our goal, and we may
finally pursue it."
After Jhudora was turned into a child, she snickered
at Drakar's folly. Oh, Drakar had turned her physically into a young child,
but not mentally. She walked to Fyora's castle in a few hours and was encountered
by some less than friendly guards.
"I must speak to the Queen, the darkest faerie
is about to try to take over Faerieland, and I think I know how to defeat her,
but I am not powerful enough. Fyora is."
"And who do you think you are, little miss?"
asked one of the guards kindly, but gruffly as well.
"Although you probably will not believe me,
I am Jhudora. That little brat Drakar turned me into a child to try to keep
me out of her way in her quest for Faerieland. I know her plans, she revealed
them to me before she turned me into a child. Please, it is for the sake of
everyone that I ask to see Fyora."
"We will see what we can do," said the obviously
kinder guard, "but do not count on it."
"I have to count on it. If for nobody but myself,
I have to count on it."
As the guard walked towards Fyora's chambers,
he wondered if he should just dismiss this as a child's rambling, but his gut
told him that he should pay attention to this young child. She seemed so… wise
and full of knowledge. This was unusual, so he did his job and requested the
presence of Queen Fyora due to a pending request of a young dark faerie.
"What is it?"
"There is a young dark faerie here claiming
to be Jhudora, and she also claims that she knows of a plan where someone she
called the darkest faerie would try to overtake our fair home."
"I suppose it is just the senseless ramblings
of a child, but as a Queen I must take this warning very seriously. Bring her
"Yes, your majesty," said the guard as he bowed
and left Queen Fyora's presence.
"You are lucky she is in a good mood. She will
see you now."
"Thank you, now I suggest you make sure that
your troops are ready for an attack, because as we speak she is bringing the
dark faeries together."
"I will wait for Queen Fyora's order."
"Do not be foolish," said Jhudora as she hurried
down the long corridor to the Queen's welcoming room.
"You say you are Jhudora. I may be overly skeptical
at times, but I want to know why I should believe you."
"Because I am telling the truth. There is a
legend among dark faeries, that any dark faerie who's skin and clothes turn
purple when presented to the council is the darkest faerie. My previous student,
Drakar, was that faerie. In just a matter of years she became as strong as me.
At first she completely rejected the idea of being a dark faerie, but it grew
on her, almost too well. Right before she left, to take over the dark faerie
council, no doubt, she turned me into a child. I once taught her to make sure
that her blessings blessed her. Now I almost wish I had not. She made a mistake,
though; she made me a child only physically. Mentally I am older than her. You
must help me; I think I know how to defeat her."
"I believe you only because I have heard that
legend, I heard that she was born, and I heard that you taught her. How is it
that you think we can defeat her, if she really is the darkest faerie of them
"I do not know. The legend started saying if
we won or lost the battle, but the legend died then. I think it is because she
lost the battle. We just have to figure out how."
"Fine, but why are you helping me, Jhudora?"
"Because I know Drakar's character. Dark faeries
may be mean, but we have hearts. Drakar's is not a very big one. Anyone who
annoys her even in the most minimal way would be in fear of torture or imprisonment.
She threatened me with it and that is why I come to help you. She was an ungrateful
little brat, and now she will pay for trying to cross me!"
"Jhudora!" Fyora exclaimed crossly, "calm yourself,
we can not settle this matter with anger. That is what has you here and your
pupil trying to take over my land."
"You are right, Fyora; I am sorry. Now, if she
took over the council, they would have given her…" Jhudora looked up with shock
and pleasure, "They would have given her the medallion!"
"The what?" asked Fyora quizzically.
"The medallion is the one weakness of the council.
Whoever wears it is subject to both anybody stronger than them AND a red and
gold medallion of any shape. But the medallion must be made only out of both
pure rubies and pure gold. Do you have any?"
"I think so, let me check. GUARDS!"
Two guards came running at her call, ready to
do anything their queen asked.
"It is most important that you help both me
and Jhudora in the royal treasury. We must find a medallion made of only pure
gold and pure rubies. The future of Faerieland is in that medallion. I am sure
I have one, but we must find it."
The guards and Fyora searched all night, but
could not find anything. Finally, in sorrow, Fyora started fiddling with the
necklace she was wearing when she realized that her necklace had a pure gold
and pure ruby medallion. It broke her heart when she knew what she had to do,
but she knew that she had no choice. She started crying as she thought about
the day of her coronation when she was given the medallion, and now she knew
why it was given to her.
"Jhudora, if we do find this medallion in time,
what will it do to Drakar?"
"It will set her in stone, though I can not
remember for how long. Hundreds of years I believe."
"How is that good?"
"I have a plan."
"Any questions? You all know what you are to
do. Remember, getting the guards out of the way is important, but ignore the
common people. They are not worth our time, we need to make sure that we can
get into the palace. It is Fyora we are after!"
To be continued...