Lady of the Fairies
By Keruseyu
Keru-chan says: Go me! I'm rewriting this story. My original copy sucks. I'm getting better at writing, though! REVIEW!!!!! I don't care if you flame me, just REVIEW!!!! I live on reviews! It means that people read my story, and that's all I care about. Bye now!
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Keladry stirred, opening her eyes tiredly. Everything was so.... Hazy. The air was thick, and her eyes threatened to close.
She managed to turn her aching head, gazing at the scarlet blood staining the dirt. Her blood.
She cast her eyes around the horrible warscene, her heart thudding slower and slower. Most of her friends were unconscious, weary from their long battle with the hill bandits, whos bodies were spread all over in death.
As far as she could see, none of her friends were badly injured, though Prosper of Tameron was pierced through the shoulder with an arrow and Neal had a long scratch running up his arm.
She smiled. She had taken the arrow for Neal, jumping in front of him at the last minute. Nobody had noticed when she fell, bleeding, to the ground.
She had already taken spears through her leg and her hand, and one more arrow caught her shoulder as she descended through the air and slammed into hard-packed dirt.
Thanks to her, Neal was alive, as were all her friends. She shuddered to think what could have happened if she hadn't taken command of her fellow pages. She gazed at her sleeping comrades. Sleep seemed so tempting...
She closed her eyes, pain fading away as she descended into the depths of darkness.
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King Jonathan sat up straight. "What did you say, Lord Wyldon?"
Lord Wyldon of Cavall kept his face emotionless as her repeated his story.
"A party of pages were out foraging and scouting, sire. They stumbled upon a camp of hill bandits, resulting in a small battle. Page Keladry of Mindelan was the only reason they are alive, sir. Mindelan commanded them and fought fiercely. Page Nealan of Queenscove tells us that she took an arrow meant for him, along with two spears and another arrow.
"Her body, however, was not found."
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A young girl, laid up in a bed, slowly opened her eyes. What had happened? She was lying on a bed of blue silk, in a room that she could not remember ever seeing.
She was wearing a white linen night gown. Other clothes were laying across a chair, dyed red with blood.
She felt confused. Blood? Who's was it? It couldn't be hers. She couldn't remember getting hurt at all, let alone bleeding.
The girl was jolted from her thoughts when a lady bustled in, bearing a tray filled with steaming food.
She beamed at her, eyes warm and kind. "It's fabulous to see you up, m'dear." She set the tray on a wooden table while she fixed her patient a cup of tea. "You've been asleep for more than three weeks. Took a long while recovering, y'did." The girl gasped. "Three weeks? How could I?"
The woman smiled. "Well, m'dear, we found you at the edge of our portal, y'know. Y'had two arrow'n'spear apiece in your body, y'know. Didn't know who ye were, let alone where you came from. We treated your wounds, spruced you up a tad, y'might say. Do you remember who y'are, m'dear?"
Her mind was blissfully blank, offering no tidbit of the girl's previous life. "No, ma'am, I don't think so." She spoke sadly, eyes filled with sorrow.
The lady was stunned.
"Why, m'dear, don't cry! I knew not it would upset you, that I didn't. Just to let you know, we've decided to call you Kari." At this, the girl began to sob harder. She felt so miserable. The lady wrung her apron worriedly. "Look, m'dear, I've got food for ye, and it'll do ye good to eat solid foods after three weeks of broth and water."
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Soon Kira was sitting with the lady, gulping down food as she talked with the woman, whos name was Alice. Her tears were a fading memory, and now she was chatting with Alice. The woman was very friendly, and they got along well.
"So, where am I? I honestly have no clue!" Alice shook her head. "You are in the Realm of Fairy, m'dear. Only fairies are allowed to survive here, but you're an exception. Since you have absolutely no memories, you bear no threat because you know nothing of you're old country. I'm a fairy myself, that I am."
Kira stared. "You mean you're a fairy? That's so... mystical..." Their conversation was abruptly cut off as another woman stuck her head in the door, her pink hair flapping wildly. Spectacles slipped down her nose as she nodded to Alice.
"Alice, you're to bring our guest to the counsel chamber in an hour. Dress her, if you will." She vanished from the doorway, almost dropping her spectacles.
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An hour later found Kira being wheeled into the counsel room, which was filled with fairies. Kira had been too weak to walk, having been laid up so long. She was lifted into a padded chair in the room, gazing about the room nervously.
She looked down, amazed.
Alice had managed to find her a suitable outfit, fitted and beautiful. Kira wore full cream breeches, covered with an tunic of green brocade embroidered with cream thread. The tunic swept to her ankles, but it was split up to her hips. Her feet were clad in soft green slippers, and her plain mouse-brown hair was adorned with a carved pearl circlet. Her full-sleeved blouse was identical in color, and the whole effect was quite pretty.
Kira was brought back to earth by a sharp rap. The head fairy, a female in her mid-thirties, had brought her wooden mallet down on the podium.
"We are here today to discuss one matter." The other fairies listened with rapt attention as she went on. "As you know, we have accepted a mortal into our realm, saving her life. She was in perilous conditions and was close to death, but we managed to save her using fairy medicines."
There was a murmer of agreement, and the fairy women paused before continued. "We could not return her to her world; she has no memories of anything whatsoever, and she is utterly defenseless. We of the council have come to a hard, hard decision. There are two options: leave her to die,"
(At this there was a loud roar of protest.)
"Or we turn her into a fairy."
Silence reigned in the room, broken only by Kira's harsh gasp.
Her, a fairy!
A male fairy stood up. "I think we should do it!" He yelled. "She has nowhere to go; we could take her in!" Others joined him, until the entire court was yelling approval.
Kira felt warmed by their kindness, and she smiled openly.
The fairy in charge whammed her hammer for order, a smile on her face.
"I see we have the approval of the fairies."
She turned to Kira, eyebrows raised.
"Do you want to? You'll change a lot, you know." Kira looked down at her large, muscular body. "I think change is good," She said boldy, eyes shining.
The fairy smiled. "Pleased to hear it."
She tapped Kira once on the head with her hammer, letting her magic run through the girl.
Kira's body went rigid as huge, feathery wings burst through her clothing, leaving a gaping hole. Her hair grew longer, her body thinner, her face prettier. The transformation continued, resulting in a faint as Kira was overwhelmed by magic.
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Keru-chan says: Dang! I need to get better writing skills. By the way, I accept flames, but I don't like them. If you flame me, I'll flame you right back, believe me, I will. If you post a question in your review, I'll post the answer right here. I really hope I don't get flamed! I mean, it makes you feel really bad that somebody hates your story! Ta-ta! By the way, this chapter is way to short.
By Keruseyu
Keru-chan says: Go me! I'm rewriting this story. My original copy sucks. I'm getting better at writing, though! REVIEW!!!!! I don't care if you flame me, just REVIEW!!!! I live on reviews! It means that people read my story, and that's all I care about. Bye now!
===
Keladry stirred, opening her eyes tiredly. Everything was so.... Hazy. The air was thick, and her eyes threatened to close.
She managed to turn her aching head, gazing at the scarlet blood staining the dirt. Her blood.
She cast her eyes around the horrible warscene, her heart thudding slower and slower. Most of her friends were unconscious, weary from their long battle with the hill bandits, whos bodies were spread all over in death.
As far as she could see, none of her friends were badly injured, though Prosper of Tameron was pierced through the shoulder with an arrow and Neal had a long scratch running up his arm.
She smiled. She had taken the arrow for Neal, jumping in front of him at the last minute. Nobody had noticed when she fell, bleeding, to the ground.
She had already taken spears through her leg and her hand, and one more arrow caught her shoulder as she descended through the air and slammed into hard-packed dirt.
Thanks to her, Neal was alive, as were all her friends. She shuddered to think what could have happened if she hadn't taken command of her fellow pages. She gazed at her sleeping comrades. Sleep seemed so tempting...
She closed her eyes, pain fading away as she descended into the depths of darkness.
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King Jonathan sat up straight. "What did you say, Lord Wyldon?"
Lord Wyldon of Cavall kept his face emotionless as her repeated his story.
"A party of pages were out foraging and scouting, sire. They stumbled upon a camp of hill bandits, resulting in a small battle. Page Keladry of Mindelan was the only reason they are alive, sir. Mindelan commanded them and fought fiercely. Page Nealan of Queenscove tells us that she took an arrow meant for him, along with two spears and another arrow.
"Her body, however, was not found."
===
A young girl, laid up in a bed, slowly opened her eyes. What had happened? She was lying on a bed of blue silk, in a room that she could not remember ever seeing.
She was wearing a white linen night gown. Other clothes were laying across a chair, dyed red with blood.
She felt confused. Blood? Who's was it? It couldn't be hers. She couldn't remember getting hurt at all, let alone bleeding.
The girl was jolted from her thoughts when a lady bustled in, bearing a tray filled with steaming food.
She beamed at her, eyes warm and kind. "It's fabulous to see you up, m'dear." She set the tray on a wooden table while she fixed her patient a cup of tea. "You've been asleep for more than three weeks. Took a long while recovering, y'did." The girl gasped. "Three weeks? How could I?"
The woman smiled. "Well, m'dear, we found you at the edge of our portal, y'know. Y'had two arrow'n'spear apiece in your body, y'know. Didn't know who ye were, let alone where you came from. We treated your wounds, spruced you up a tad, y'might say. Do you remember who y'are, m'dear?"
Her mind was blissfully blank, offering no tidbit of the girl's previous life. "No, ma'am, I don't think so." She spoke sadly, eyes filled with sorrow.
The lady was stunned.
"Why, m'dear, don't cry! I knew not it would upset you, that I didn't. Just to let you know, we've decided to call you Kari." At this, the girl began to sob harder. She felt so miserable. The lady wrung her apron worriedly. "Look, m'dear, I've got food for ye, and it'll do ye good to eat solid foods after three weeks of broth and water."
===
Soon Kira was sitting with the lady, gulping down food as she talked with the woman, whos name was Alice. Her tears were a fading memory, and now she was chatting with Alice. The woman was very friendly, and they got along well.
"So, where am I? I honestly have no clue!" Alice shook her head. "You are in the Realm of Fairy, m'dear. Only fairies are allowed to survive here, but you're an exception. Since you have absolutely no memories, you bear no threat because you know nothing of you're old country. I'm a fairy myself, that I am."
Kira stared. "You mean you're a fairy? That's so... mystical..." Their conversation was abruptly cut off as another woman stuck her head in the door, her pink hair flapping wildly. Spectacles slipped down her nose as she nodded to Alice.
"Alice, you're to bring our guest to the counsel chamber in an hour. Dress her, if you will." She vanished from the doorway, almost dropping her spectacles.
===
An hour later found Kira being wheeled into the counsel room, which was filled with fairies. Kira had been too weak to walk, having been laid up so long. She was lifted into a padded chair in the room, gazing about the room nervously.
She looked down, amazed.
Alice had managed to find her a suitable outfit, fitted and beautiful. Kira wore full cream breeches, covered with an tunic of green brocade embroidered with cream thread. The tunic swept to her ankles, but it was split up to her hips. Her feet were clad in soft green slippers, and her plain mouse-brown hair was adorned with a carved pearl circlet. Her full-sleeved blouse was identical in color, and the whole effect was quite pretty.
Kira was brought back to earth by a sharp rap. The head fairy, a female in her mid-thirties, had brought her wooden mallet down on the podium.
"We are here today to discuss one matter." The other fairies listened with rapt attention as she went on. "As you know, we have accepted a mortal into our realm, saving her life. She was in perilous conditions and was close to death, but we managed to save her using fairy medicines."
There was a murmer of agreement, and the fairy women paused before continued. "We could not return her to her world; she has no memories of anything whatsoever, and she is utterly defenseless. We of the council have come to a hard, hard decision. There are two options: leave her to die,"
(At this there was a loud roar of protest.)
"Or we turn her into a fairy."
Silence reigned in the room, broken only by Kira's harsh gasp.
Her, a fairy!
A male fairy stood up. "I think we should do it!" He yelled. "She has nowhere to go; we could take her in!" Others joined him, until the entire court was yelling approval.
Kira felt warmed by their kindness, and she smiled openly.
The fairy in charge whammed her hammer for order, a smile on her face.
"I see we have the approval of the fairies."
She turned to Kira, eyebrows raised.
"Do you want to? You'll change a lot, you know." Kira looked down at her large, muscular body. "I think change is good," She said boldy, eyes shining.
The fairy smiled. "Pleased to hear it."
She tapped Kira once on the head with her hammer, letting her magic run through the girl.
Kira's body went rigid as huge, feathery wings burst through her clothing, leaving a gaping hole. Her hair grew longer, her body thinner, her face prettier. The transformation continued, resulting in a faint as Kira was overwhelmed by magic.
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Keru-chan says: Dang! I need to get better writing skills. By the way, I accept flames, but I don't like them. If you flame me, I'll flame you right back, believe me, I will. If you post a question in your review, I'll post the answer right here. I really hope I don't get flamed! I mean, it makes you feel really bad that somebody hates your story! Ta-ta! By the way, this chapter is way to short.