|The Genesis Of Rubai (standard:fantasy, 3378 words)|
|Author: everlaster||Added: Mar 17 2007||Views/Reads: 1356/969||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Queen Mab of Faerie, already the most beautiful and most loved Fairy on Aeval, knows that even her life is short. But she has a plan that will ensure her name and her beauty will be remembered for thousands of years.|
The Genesis Of Rubai A short story by Michael Horne Copyright © Michael Horne, 2007 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 543 Howard Street, 5th Floor, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. * * * * * * * * * * You are free: to copy, distribute, display, and perform this work under the following conditions: * Attribution. You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licensor. * Noncommercial. You may not use this work for commercial purposes. * No Derivative Works. You may not alter, transform, or build upon this work. For any reuse or distribution, you must make clear to others the license terms of this work. * * * * * * * * * * For information and more works by the same author visit www.everlaster.com * * * * * * * * * * The Genesis of Rubai From The Histories of Aeval With the grace and stealth of a floating bubble Queen Mab XXXIII lowered herself to the hot sand, her retinue of Fairies landing around her. The sand was of a beach that crept from the water and spread as far as the eye could see for 180 degrees. “Nowhere else is there a sea this colour,” spoke the Queen, encompassing the sherry coloured waters with a sweep of her arm. “I will have my new palace by its side.” A young green skinned puck, who had not bothered landing as he did not think they would be here long, tittered at the thought. “But nothing can live here, oh Queen,” he giggled, “the sands are drier than the cheeks of the moon.” The Queen smiled. “I shall do here today that which even the Trolls, with all their size, would not think of.” This sparked much chatter amongst the other members of the Fairy court; a mixture of the sceptical and the sycophantic. The former whispered fearfully and the latter spoken just loud enough, it was hoped, for the Queen to overhear. The monarch drew their attention to the burning horizon. Slowly approaching was, what seemed to be, a parade, in the midst of which there was dragged a carnival float bearing the full-sized sculpture of a red dragon. As the parade came close, gasps travelled the Queen's retinue and wings shivered with excitement. For movement that had previously been interpreted as the quivering of the air turned out, in fact, to be the strugglings of a very real and very live dragon. Striding proudly at the front of this procession was Queen Mab XXXIII's champion: The Carmine Crow. His figure was unmistakeable even from a distance, enveloped as he was from head to foot in red. No explanation for his arrival was needed for the Queen's entourage. They all knew that the Queen's favourite had done the impossible: caught a ruby scaled dragon. Now they knew why he had spent the past six months with his best men and women deep in the rainforests. So great was the discrepancy between the size of the creature and those who had caught it, that a Fairy could walk between any two of its teeth, arms stretched wide. The Carmine Crow knelt before his Queen and took her petal soft fingers in his hands. The Queen's skin was white like cuttlebone and no pounding from the sun could ever bronze it. Against the red grape colour of The Carmine Crow's hand the iridescence of her own skin was particularly notable, Click here to read the rest of this story (321 more lines)
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