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Tales of a Young Faerie Chapter 2 |
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Chapter 2
Duvessa stopped running once she came to the edge of the Harpies River. Collapsing into the tall grass beside the river’s bank she let tears run from her eyes. Her young legs hurt from running, but she needed to escape. She may only be ten, but Duvessa knew what she wanted.
“Why doesn’t mother get it?” She seemed to ask the clouds in the sky, “ I don’t want to be a soft silly lady faerie, dressing in skirts and flitting over the princes and lords of the royal courts.”
“Because your mother was raised royal and will always be royal,” said a boy’s friendly voice.
Duvessa gave a happy sigh at the sound of the oh-so familiar voice and mentally smiled, though her face was still filled with depressed tears.
“And yet again you find me when I want to be alone,” Duvessa commented as she sat up to see a young boy faerie, a few years older then her. He had tanned skin, with shaggy dark brown hair and kind dark brown eyes. He wore a tunic and leggings and calf-high boots. His wings were like a beetle’s, shiny, black with a tinge of green. This was Pierce.
“ Well ‘Vess, when you’re upset, it’s probably best you aren’t left alone,” he said.
“ I have every right to be upset, Pierce. I’m being forced into a life I don’t want. It makes me wish I was a changeling growing up in the human world!” Duvessa cried out, “ I bet then I wouldn’t have to wear such silly outfits of velvet and lace at least.”
Duvessa pulled at the strings of the perfect dress and ruffled the skirts in disgust.
“ Actually you’re far enough away from the castle you can change the glamour,” Pierce said.
“Really?” Duvessa asked. Glamour was illusions faeries put on themselves to change their clothes and hairstyles, though they couldn’t change their skin tone or eye, hair or wing colour.
Pierce nodded in reply. Duvessa closed her eyes and a red glowing light surrounded her. A second later, the light disappeared and she was now sitting in a long black tunic with a belt, red leggings and knee high boots. Her hair was in two rough braids hanging down her back, just below her shoulders. The only piece of attire that didn’t change was the rubies hanging around her neck, which laid there as perfectly as ever.
“That’s better, “ Duvessa sniffled as she wiped her tears away on her tunic and then laid on her belly, staring off into the water that flowed by. Odd looking, brightly coloured fish swam by as she looked on.
Duvessa lowered her hand into the water. The water rushed through her fingers; it was free. She wanted such freedom, but she just didn’t know how to obtain it.
“ You’re lucky, Pierce, you know that?” Duvessa mumbled, “You’re a common faerie, you’re not constrained to the same laws I am. You can do what you want.”
“You can do what you want too, ‘Vess. You are only half-Royal. In some ways you have more freedom,” Pierce said
“How can I have freedom, when I can’t even choose what I am to learn or how I am to live my life? I am going to be stuck tending to the Queen the rest of my days.,” Duvessa sighed.
“Then we run away, you and me. I am bored of this place,” he said.
She looked into her friend’s face. Pierce’s eyes gave off a mysterious sparkle she had only seen when he was plotting something.
“What are you thinking Pierce?” Duvessa was wary, the last time Pierce had a plan, she ended up being hurt badly because she came into contact with human-made objects full of what they call ‘iron’.
“Have you ever heard of the Mystic Forest?” He asked her.
“Yes. Mother say’s it is a bunch nonsense,” Duvessa said as she swirled her fingers around in the water.
Pierce shook his head, “ It’s far from nonsense. It’s real! I swear! My cousin has been there! He says it’s an amazing place. Faeries, elves, humans… all living together!”
“Elves and faeries would never live humans.” Duvessa stated.
“Well there they do, because Mystic forest is a border for our world and the human world,” Pierce told her. His eyes were wide with excitement, “We could go there. You and me.”
“We don’t even know where it is, Pierce, and how do you know your cousin isn’t lying? Plus we’re too young to go off on our own,” Duvessa said.
Pierce glared at her, “You know, maybe you are best to stay here. You are starting to sound like all the other Royal faeries.”
Duvessa tackled Pierce down to the ground and pinned his arm behind his back, “I do not! Take back what you said, you sprite!”
Pierce started laughing and Duvessa let him go. He was smiling as he rubbed his now sore arm.
“So you will come with me?”
“I’ll meet you at the stables tonight,” Duvessa replied.
 Amikwa · Tue Aug 07, 2007 @ 08:50pm · 0 Comments |
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