Faerie Paintings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Glitter is like my favorite color.” “Mine too!” I smile as she fawns over the painting. I used glitter paints for the fairies and the horses’ manes, bringing a more whimsical approach to the photo. “Can I see the butterfly one again?” she asks, referring to a photo I did in all neon paint a few weeks back that I’d previously shown her. “Of course.” I flip through until I find it when I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us. “Daddy!” She jumps up, running over to where Mr. Vaughn is standing.

The werewolf princess inhaled sharply, “They exist?” “Of course. From Fairies comes Fae. Fae’s control elements, Fairies, are beings of magic. They bring life to our castle.” Sunitra explained. “These fairies are not exactly people. Their real form is magic; they take this humanoid form for fun and to make interactions clearer…which is useless because only fae people can understand fairies, regardless of which form they choose.” “Oh, they don't speak?” Odessa asked. “Nope. Just gestures.”

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

There were several sections in the hall, exhibiting different paintings and different art forms, but my eyes glued to a particular painting. A serene, pregnant woman stands in the center, her body seamlessly merging with a grand, mythical tree. From her shoulders and back, branches extend, bearing fruit. As the fruits start falling from the tree, they appear normal at first. But as I looked deeper, I realized they weren't just fruits—they were transforming into cherubic babies, gently descending to the ground. The scene is bathed in twilight hues of purple, blue, and pink, creating a dreamlike, ethereal atmosphere.

The house of Shayne is not totally invisible, it is only located in other dimension, different from ours, in that dimension, they used to live, undisturbed from human scrutiny and interference. The reason why, when once an ordinary person, have entered their hidden world, they lost the count of days and months. Fairies are spiritual entities living in two worlds on their own spiritual world, where they originate, and in the physical human worlds, where they serve in different ways. “How do you have magical powers?” Dexter asked Shayne one day. “You only, don’t understand, we don’t have magical power” she said. “But how can you, make yourself invisible to most of us?”

The fairies line along the banks of the river, lighting up the way for them. “There are fairies in this forest?” Roseanne asks curiously. “I thought they were extinct!” “There are a lot of things in this world which are supposedly extinct,” Dmitri told her. “Fairies hide in these forests where no one can hurt them.” Roseanne is awed by the fairies which are flying around her. They are all beautiful and mischievous. There used to be plenty of fairies in the land but after the Great War, the fairies were believed to be extinct. The lights of fairies are highly valuable and if caught, fairies can be sold off for millions of creds.

“Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.” I saw black eyes in green water, mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. I was gripping the stool so hard my knuckles ached. “Fair folk,” she said, her voice turning sharp. “Don’t ever call them fairies. That word is a lie. They are not cute. They are not kind. They are old as time, twisted by beauty and cruelty. They trade in riddles and pain. Step into their realm, and time will forget you. You will come back hollow, if you come back at all.”

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.

The girl took out a brown-bound book and started reading the notes inside. Ana continued to go deeper and deeper. At the moment she hadn't found anything. There was not a single animal roaming around and nothing strange. Ana continued walking about five hundred meters from the entrance gate, Ana found a tree like the one described in the book. Ana stared at the tree and then read the note in the book. 'Two trees with carvings of five crescents that seem to reflect light.' Ana held the carved symbol of one of the trees. "There is no mistake, this must be the tree in book." Ana looked around, there was nothing special around there.

“Queen Fae, it’s the makeup.” “Even without makeup, you shine like the beautiful mermaid you are.” “Well… Queen Fae, how can you also be very beautiful in your fairy attire?” “That’s because you made me the most beautiful dress.” I couldn’t believe how Nayara looked ethereal tonight. People will surely look her way once she walked among them. There’s also Lumara, who is shining in her custom-made phoenix attire, and Snow in her beautiful fox dress. We owe it all to Nayara, who tirelessly worked on our wardrobe through the night.