Little Ella was thoroughly pleased with herself at the moment. She still couldn't believe that she had actually managed to free that dragon all by herself. She goaded and taunted it for hours to make sure that she pissed it off real good, and then she sent it to kill Caine. She was carefully following orders to the letter. She did what she had to do, all the while she was praying that he was really going to reward her as well as he had promised. There was always a small part of her that knew that fae folk simply could not be trusted, but she had already convinced herself that there was no other way.She flew after Mister's prized dragon as fast as she could, but she was just too small to keep up. It was freezing cold outside at the moment and fairies just didn't do well in the snow. It caused ice to form on the inside of her wings which made them heavy and hard to move. It made her considerably slower, and she couldn't travel as far as usual without needing to stop and rest.She had ma

The new queen sat emotionless through her parents' funeral, and again through her own coronation. She smiled and waved on cue, and she gave the speeches like she was supposed to, but she was really just stuck on autopilot. She was so consumed with guilt, and her plan to destroy her aunt, that she was completely lost to everything else in her life. She stopped cooking like she used to, and her gardens all died. She even withdrew from her family. That's when she had her little castle built on the back of the property and she began to spend her days and nights drinking wine and conspiring against Morana. Her sisters and her children would come and try to see her, but she was too far gone. Nobody could reach her anymore. Nobody. Her guilt and anger had all but swallowed her whole. And then the fairies all disappeared. That was the first sign of what was to come, but everybody was so busy trying to avoid her at this point, that they had all completely missed it. She hid herself from th

It had been days since Pearl and Mister had fought about that book. She and Justin had been laying low in the caves waiting for Mister to come for them, but he never came. Food and supplies were becoming scarce and Justin was getting impatient. He spent his days pacing back and forth in the cave and muttering to himself about something that Pearl couldn't quite make out. It didn't take too long for her to get sick of it and begin to jump on him and nit pick every little thing into a fight. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She shouted at him in utter frustration."Can't you sit your ass still?" She yelled at him again from the back of the cave where she had made herself as comfortable as she could. "I'm sick and fucking tired of starving Pearl!" He shouted back at her incredulously, with a pained look on his face."This is no fucking life! This is straight bullshit! Who lives like this?!" He said while he continued to scream back at her."Well what the fuck do you want me to do?" S

Mister suddenly found himself stuck in a total black abyss. He could feel the pain in his body, and he knew that he was alive. He also knew that it was just barely. He wanted to open his eyes but he just couldn't manage, no matter how hard he tried. He realized that he was completely powerless at this point and that was absolutely not in control of anything right then.Just as he felt himself fading even deeper into purgatory, he heard the wind pick up and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to be afraid, but he couldn't. Next he felt a light kiss on his forehead and he smelled the most wonderful and familiar smell he could ever remember. His fear instantly faded away when he felt his body becoming warm from the inside out and he knew for sure that his great grandmother was there with him.Mister took a deep breath and a smile slowly crept across his semi unconscious face because he knew that he was saved. It didn't take long for him to come back to life and wake up. His body v

It was late at night when Robert came strolling back into the cave with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. He had some news for his new bride-to-be, news that he was sure that would amuse her at the very least. "Where have you been, you disgusting frog?!" Queen Lacey shouted at him as she threw her excruciatingly dirty ashtray at his head, spilling ashes and cigarette butts everywhere, like she has done many times before. He didn't even get upset this time, he just swerved and dodged it with a sarcastic giggle and a sly look still smeared all over his gross little face. The sound of the ashtray breaking against the cold gray wall of the cave startled the already nervous fairy baby and she began to cry. “Now look at what you’ve done! It's your turn to shut the little brat up!” She shouted angrily over the screaming baby.“Shut the fuck up!” Robert shouted in the tiny child’s face at the top of his lungs, spit flying from his gross ass mouth and into her tear stained face.