Romans & histoires Crocus Fairy Tail

The silver light bathed her face in an eerie glow. Slowly, she stepped forward and placed the coconut-shell bowl on a flat rock that jutted slightly toward the lake. She positioned it carefully under the moonlight. Then she crouched down and started whispering. I couldn’t hear most of it. Her voice was hushed, and it almost sounded like a different language. A strange rhythm hummed in the air, like energy building up around us. But there was one phrase I caught clearly, because she said it twice. "Crocus Mullicus. Crocus Mullicus."

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

She was so unaware of their culture, of the rules that governed society here. In a few minutes, the stable master had a large open air carriage pulled around the large building. Bailey gasped in delight at the fae horses. "They're beautiful!" The horses pawed at the ground. They were large beasts, the brilliant white of snowdrops. Their forelocks were petaled, ruby crocus and blinding daffodil. Their manes were twisted green vines falling across their powerful bodies to touch the ground. Tails of vine and spring flowers twitched behind them. They were the pride of the Spring Court, and wickedly intelligent. "They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse."

It's not the Ghost and it is not more spiders coming to consumer the luna lilies. The light gets brighter and higher. It turns blue and then a light purple. It flies around as if it belongs to a fairy. At the top of the ridge is a unicorn with a magnificent golden horn. I didn't know mythical creatures were real, as a child they only existed in my grandma's voice as she read me fairy tales by the fireplace. "Lucia Perez, witch of elder magic. We have been searching for you. My name is Ursa, I am Queen of the unicorns. The trees have whispered your name to me, and we have found you at last."

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

Queseon nodded his head and said, “From today on, since my son has now started cultivating the Sun Dragon core within him, he’ll be coming here to cultivate and I hope you will guide him and keep him company.” Looking at Igris he said, “Bub, a partner or companion is someone who fights by your side during battles. We are in the Blossom Valley where Fairies and Fae’s live, what people outside of Blossom Valley don’t know is that every one of them has a destined Fae or Fairy partner.” “Do you have a destined companion daddy?” Igris asked after he plucked Algin from the air and started poking him with his fingers. Queseon chuckled and nodded his head, “Yes I do, her name is Galacia and she is a

I screamed again, seeing who was above me. I stood up, looked around, and looked for Violet. There are many strange creatures here. The man who almost stepped on me is a demon! Belly down in the shape of a human, but he is a centaur with four legs. The girl sitting not far from Violet was even worse off. She is a mermaid incarnation, but she has a head with snake hair. "There are a lot of demons!" I screamed while running towards Violet. "Kei, you're just drunk; there's no stealth here!" screamed Violet with wide eyes.

She blowed some air from her mouth to calm herself down. Beto immediately held her. “Rina-chan, are you okay?” “I-I don’t feel so …” Rina said, leaning to Beto again. The fairies nodded at each other and moved to a straight line. They twirled their respective objects in their hands: the purple fairy with its unknown red wand, the yellow fairy with its mushroom cap, and the red fairy with its beautiful single rose. Suddenly, something appeared behind the fairies in petals of light. The line created a big figure that was lying on the ground. After a few moments, the light faded and showed a creature. It was the Gori-gori.

Tirana was also with them and Lars waved back to her. Next to Lars, Vayu also did the same to his faction from Hamal, the Heavensbloom Clan. They were consisted of fairies with shimmering butterfly wings, fluttering about and prancing in the air before a short black haired girl shushed them down to take their seats. She looked human, but Lars felt abundant water elemental aura on her. "Those are my best warriors. That's Erica and Roxanne's the blonde one next to her," Vayu said. "Not their actual names, of course. It just helps them to blend in on the field."

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped