Narcissistic Fairy Folk (standard:fairy tales, 1832 words)
Author: Jimmy Mason	Added: Aug 25 2007	Views/Reads: 3842/2312	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A fairy tale of the darker side of faries that we don't ussually see

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knew sparkled in the sunlight. In her apartment they almost seemed to 
loom over him like shadowy bodyguards. 

“I didn't mean to scare you Regina. You were almost late again.”  Regina
gave him a stern look as she picked up her hairbrush. “I made it didn't 
I? What do you want Charles?” She began brushing her hair and he walked 
up behind her and plucked a tiny dewdrop from the tip of her left wing, 
and placed it casually in his mouth. His dark green eyes met with 
Regina's dark purple eyes as he peaked over her shoulder. “I just 
wanted to tell you that you don't have to stay.” Regina stopped 
brushing her hair. “Your crazy Charles, You know as well as I do that 
we'd need a mother fairy to perform the rituals that keep us alive.” 
Charles smiled at her and Regina looked away hating the look of it. “I 
need a mother fairy to survive yes. You however. You are the daughter 
of a mother fairy, and that gives you your own means of survival. You 
don't need Jessica and neither do your four sisters.” With that Charles 
went about the apartment looking at the different artifacts Regina had 
procured. He stopped in front of a metal cup holding a hard translucent 
sphere with a small ribbon of blue inside, He gave it a spin and 
smiled. Regina had turned on her cushion amazed at what Charles had 
said. Could it be? Could she already have the self sustaining survival 
of a mother fairy without knowing, without being told? She got up and 
grabbed Charles's wrists and wrenched him around to face her. “How did 
you come by this Charles? Why are you telling me?” Charles was slightly 
shocked at this girl fairy who stood up to him demanding an answer. “My 
father, that's how I know. As you know he is the town scribe, He has a 
library full of volumes of our history handed down through the ages 
from scribe to scribe. In one of these books I read of a rouge fairy 
who left her clan to form her own. It took a while for the clan to grow 
but it did. This was thought to be a rare occurrence however in my 
studies I found  it's happened seven times before. Others tried and 
died the one's that made it were daughters of the mother fairy of their 
clans. That's how I know.” He paused and placed his hand on the side of 
Regina's face. “As to why I'm telling you? I would like to accompany 
you.” Regina took a step backwards and searched his features for signs 
of deceit, but found none. “So you want to be the father fairy? Is that 
it?” Charles nodded. Regina sighed, went and sat down on her cushion 
again with a puff. “Charles leave me to think about this, we will talk 
in the morning.” “But.” Charles began however Regina put up her hand. 
“Please Charles I need to think.” Charles hung his head and shuffled 
out to Regina's platform and dove into the air and swirled around the 
tree and then into the underbrush. 

Regina looked back into her own eyes and her shoulders fell a little.
She was just wishing for freedom and adventure and here it was, however 
she wasn't sure she wanted it now. It was that very same evening Regina 
sat on the edge of her platform with legs dangling in the air. She'd 
been sitting there since supper was over and now three hours later she 
made her decision. She would leave, but not with Charles. By herself. 
She beat her wings and stepped out into the air, then harder her wings 
bore her higher and higher still. The small lights of the residents of 
Oaken shire grew dimmer and dimmer. Regina broke above the treetops her 
personal glow surrounding her like an atmosphere. She looked up the 
half moon reflecting in her purple teary eyes, she said a silent 
goodbye to the towns folk of Oaken shire. A small light danced away 
above the treetops away to the north woods. 

The next morning a distress call was sounded interrupting a game Charles
played with his brothers. Charles rode his monarch butterfly to the 
clearing and landed. He dismounted and stood to hear the distress. 
Jessica stood weeping in front of her towns people. She spoke to them 
through choked sobs. “My people. My youngest daughter stole away into 
the night last evening, only her innocence is to blame.” Regina was 
brought out by two young fairies on a stretcher fashioned of twigs and 
half a cocoon. Jessica fell to her knees next to Regina's body. 
Regina's wings were no longer filled with color, they were plain and 
translucent. Jessica stroked her hair. “ My dear daughter strayed to 
far from Oaken shire as a result all the magic seeped out of her. I 
wish I could bring her back but there has never been power of that 
kind.”  with that said Jessica sobbed, others of the town joined her. 
Charles who stood by close choked back a sob and flew up to his 
platform. He turned back around but not to the scene below, he looked 
at Regina's apartment witch has been kitty corner to his for as long as 
he can remember. Through the door way he was able to vaguely make out 
himself in the tiny reflection in her still open case. He looked down 
and no one in the clan saw his smirk, and took his held in laughter as 
held in sobs. That night he would go and steal the case for himself. 

The End


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