Novel & Cerita Drunken Fairy

Said me again excitedly. “You are crazy!” “Hey, I like you. What's your name, Lady?” Ask the other. “My name is Fuschia. What about you guys?” “We are the wandering fairies. We don't have a name.” “Oh. Too bad.” “Hey! You! Who are you? How come you can hear our voices?” “I have no idea. Who do you think I am?” “You are a human whose manna flows smoothly. Are you a wizard?” “I thought magic no longer exists here. So do wizards.”

"Sorry, Mistress. My wife had too much from the fruit punch at the cauldron." Prisca, my alchemist and poison maker. She has served me for years. I had rescued her from crazy researchers who had turned into a Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hide scenario. One day she's a looney with a big brain. On the other, she becomes an innocent elegant lady. But when she is drunk, she doesn't know who she is. But Sven, my phantom assassin, fell in love with her two personalities and married two years ago. "But the fruit punch isn't supposed to..." I look at the buffet table and spot the Havelock Triplets; Doug, Dudley, and Dottie.

I looked away quickly; knowing better than to catch his interest. Black furred pukas roamed freely about, sniffing for scraps around the tables, and when one passed by me, I jerked away. It paused to growl a warning in my direction before moving on. Then a nuckelavee sauntered by, and I forgot all about the pukas. Outside the members of the Sluagh, the nuckelavee were the most horrifying things in the Fairy Realm. Technically, they were sea fairies and they were always a little wet, though not from water.

she smiles. "Yeah...What is a pure and a beautiful dandelion doing in the middle of the woods?" he asks playfully. Aria chuckles move back to level her pace with Marqus. "I'm going to the fairyland. I'm going to wear this badly at the wedding, so, I'll show this to the fairies!" she shows the old dress she got last night. Marqus just smiles. They go along the woods until they enter the garden of big and tall flowers which signifies that they have arrived at the fairyland, the home of the fairies. There they saw tiny people flying with dusty beautiful wings that showers various colors to the surroundings.

We watched in awe as she fluttered gracefully, leading us to a hidden meadow filled with vibrant flowers. In this magical meadow, we discovered a group of fairies engaged in a whimsical dance. Their graceful movements and melodic laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy. We couldn't resist joining in, twirling and spinning with the fairies, feeling the magic coursing through our veins. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the fairies bid us farewell. They gifted us with a small vial of sparkling dust, assuring us that it held the power to unlock hidden secrets and grant wishes.

I threatened the fairy queen as I picked up a rusty metal pipe I saw lying on the ground, I continued, "I won't hesitate to." The fairy queen smirked finally stepping out of the shadows revealing her pale complexion and sickly appearance from under the hood. She removed it parading her brilliant wings and enticing features. The fairy queen's face was covered with embellishments of sparkles and gold, her long ginger hair covered with flowers and such- it was truly magnificent. I heard it's their thing. The fairies can easily entice their prey into doing whatever they desire. I gritted my teeth and said to her, "Your trick won't work on me."

As if the Earth's silence became their own, the group of water fairies that stood behind me quietly dispersed. I turned around and looked at the small group of fairies, dragons, and werewolves that were my friends and family. Thankful that we all made it to live another day. Fafnir quickly came up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Well, it was nice meeting you rain drop. But I need to get the flying fuck out of here. There are things that need to be taken care of back home." I chuckled at being called a rain drop. I guess it's fitting, being the fact that I'm a water fairy and about a third of Fafnir's height. As much of a pain in the ass as he could be, he really did have a big heart.

I grabbed his arms and ran away as fast as we could. Centaurs are getting nearer and nearer, I didn’t even think about them, that they are half horses. When they were about to jump on us, I thought they were going to be dying cockroaches crushed by a big, heavy rock. But then something happens, those centaurs were floating like balloons. :o As we managed to look around and see who did that amazing thing, I saw two fairies, which the girl one looks familiar with. “Hiya, Nowo, Dear.” The fairy said.

Pocketing the vial, the man walked up the stairs again, annoyed and still slightly dazed from drinking the Fairy Liquid. Fairies were among the physically weakest of the Mythological creatures but were gifted in healing, flight and some of the most creative and dangerous Fairy Crafts he had ever seen. It was well-known that you could find something new and completely innovative every time you went to the Annual Fairy Market. Even the Merpeople used vials of Fairy Liquids to form floating devices and stopped by to buy something. He sighed and rubbed at his throbbing head. This job was turning out to be more and more irritating with each passing hour.

So, they chose to stay in their homes and others chose to stay at the entertainment house, where there was plenty of beer from inside the barrel and have fun first for themselves. The fairy met a very drunk fisherman on a narrow wooden bridge on her way home from a couple's house that ruled the whole village. The fairy only passed through him because she tried to avoid socializing with other people in the village that she cannot and should not trust. But when she noticed the drunk man was about to tumble and fall from the bridge they were crossing, she turned around and immediately fluttered her wing from behind her and caught the drunken man. She knew that she must not do it, but she also k