Ferngully Fairies Novels & Stories

"What are we doing today?" She stops whatever she thinks she is doing and I decide to take a look around. The place is filled with overgrown grasses but irrespective of that, it still looks as beautiful as the place should... The moors is really beautiful and the creatures which inhabit it are the feys, fairies, dwarfs, pixes and many more. The feys and fairies have been united a long time ago. You see, Feys and fairies are different. Feys have pointed ears and magic, to top it all off, they can't lie while fairies have wings and also have magic but they can lie. Fairies are Feys currently live together in Trixie's home kingdom.

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

The older fairy waited before she was sure her voice wouldn’t quiver, “They will have to. At least, to keep up their image in front of the Realm.” Emae’s face twisted in worry, “I’ve never voiced it Mertha… but I’ve never trusted them with Half-Myths. They- seem cold.” Mertha bent down to call out. A few moments passed before they heard the footsteps of a creature run up to the door. It stopped, it’s powerful wolf-like body waiting, tongue out and panting, for the Fairies to fix a duty for the animal to do. “Daffodil.” When Mertha spoke, her eyes glowed.

A castle made with white and blue marbles surrounded by an enormous garden decorated with varieties of flowers and five elegant beautiful structures covering the outer circle of fountains where some fairies are playing with water. The whole place is crying beauty and magic as with each step we are taking inside the land of fairies. Storybook doesn't do any justice while describing these magical creatures. Their charm is beyond what words can describe, different colors of glittering materials are proudly covering their Snow White skins from the eyes of predictors. Though I'm not sure if they have wings or not because whether the material is hiding it from other gazes or not all fairies posses

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“The... Resonance?“ I echoed confused. She nodded, stepping closer, not too close but enough to smell the earthy fragrance on her, like rain soaked earth and crushed herbs. “The pan recognized your blood, witch blood.... “ she smiled, “.... I'm a witch too” I didn't know when I let out a tensed breath I was holding as the tight coil in my chest loosened. “I'm Maria Blake... “ she said, “... A green witch” “Green?..“ I asked, hearing that for the first time. “Forest magic... ” she explained simply, “... Growth, roots, old things that refused to die” “Oh... Uh.. I'm Lyra” I said after a moment. Her smile widened slightly, “Lyra, what brings you to Transylvania?“

The Gylandie gasped, kicking his feet at the intruder behind him order to get them to release him, but he didn’t. As the enforcer stepped back to bang the Gylandie’s head against the tree stump, knocking him unconscious, Immi and another Fer Fung Coven member rushed to the five faeries laid carefully across the floor. They looked so peaceful, as though they were asleep as they rested within the salted circle. One by one, they each took a pair of hands and muttered a spell in Latin, breaking Nimue’s channelling spell, one faerie at a time. When each enchantment was broken, the enforcers the had brought along with them carefully carried their bodies and placed them in the back of the truck, pr

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

Hera woofs at him. “See, she’s good.” He says, turning to the now clustered area around us. Aolis has told me of the fae creatures that live on their land. The little red-hair man must be a leprechaun, the twig looking girl must be a dryad, there are the sprites, of course, notable for their glowing skin making them look like large fire flies and then there are some fairies floating around too. At least I hope they are fairies, the good kind, not faeries the bad kind. Apparently, the only way to distinguish between them is how they spell fairy. Well, that and their behaviors. “Queen Anastasia is good.”

Of course, I'm considered a Princess because of my parents' status as royalty but still not used to the title. I look around to observe this underground village; everything seems peaceful and colorful. The houses are either made of wood, rocks, or plants in the renaissance style in medieval times. So many flowers, everyone. A few flowers open and reveal tiny fairies waking up from their naps as they greeted me welcome. There are varieties of fairies living here; mushroom fairies, tree fairies, flower fairies, water fairies, and fairies that look primarily like insects. These fairies are much smaller than Feno. There are varieties in sizes as well.