A/N[5/20/10]: - If this is the first story you are ever reading by me, please consider I wrote this at the end of my junior high days. I have grown as a writer since then, graduated college and though it still holds a special, creative place in my heart is not the best of my works. Just giving you a heads up, although it still is enjoyable if you get past the amateur writing :P

Original A/N: So hello. I wrote a story about fairies for the Fairytales category but these fairies are y'know MODERN. They're in with the 'sex, drugs, and rock n' roll' times. The story has quite a few hilarious parts. Sorry if the first chapter is boring. I guarantee it'll get better. So this chapter is About Nadine, one out of ten main characters. Crazy right? Well Fairies are crazy so ha.

Fairies. Yeah right. Little people that can do magic and that can fly. Fake, all fake... or is it?

Nadine was saddened. Usually she was happy. The customary fairy tattoo under her right eye and arm meant 'Contented Meadow' for sakes but she was defiantly NOT. She hated being an Underclass fairy. She didn't have fancy spider webbed gowns or rare ivy leaf tops. Her hair wasn't silky sun bleached, she had dull, bark colored hair and almond shaped eyes that slanted upward very gracefully. She didn't feel graceful today. Nothing was particularly classy about her like the Royals.
Royals, as in the fairies who were created with extreme privileges and could be a shimmer in the middle of things. They were the rich kids who could throw fairy raves and own a Red Falcon XT. All of the fairy kinds were beautiful but somehow the Royals would go the extra mile to look like they owned everything. Which they did.
Nadine adjusted her mushroom hat over eyes so she didn't have to look at anything. She felt very sad and klutzy at the moment. It was her right.
It all happened earlier when she was flying to Ashant Burrow. Ashant Burrow is a part of the forest where the minor Royals hung out. A giant fairy rave club mostly. She worked as a messenger. Lower on the messenger chain though or else she would have been riding a messenger pigeon and her wings wouldn't have been so tired.
She was supposed to deliver a message to Lord Ashant (the owner) from his associate that lived in Coko Grotto.

Lord Ashant was sitting in his normal place on top of a lavish tropical thrown over seeing other Royals dancing crazily in the illuminated Burrow. Nadine couldn't see very well but she could see Taven.

Taven was a quiet Royal but very handsome. Nadine couldn't stop staring at him. Her wings were tired and it was very dark in the Burrow so when he returned her gaze she about fainted of delight but instead her beating wings shut down and she fell. Fell right into a jar of honey suckle juice that fell over and splashed onto some woman Royal who started hissing angrily about the accident. Soon many other Royals were over yelling at her (except Taven) until Lord Ashant finally came to see what the problem was.

Lord Ashant wasn't the nicest Fairy in the world and certainly not nice to Underclasses.

"You clumsy little fool!" he yelled at her.

"Pl-please, Lord Ashant. I only brought you a message," She whimpered climbing out of the sticky jar.

He grabbed the scroll from her belt and read the smudged ink.

"I want you out of here, and never return to this burrow. You understand me?" he growled when he was done reading. Nadine nodded her head numbly.
"Also, I'm sending someone back to the messaging agency with you to see that you are dismissed permanently," he sneered cruelly.

Nadine felt like crying. Not only was she banned from Ashant Burrow, now she didn't have a job. That's what kind of power the Royals had.

"Taven Argalos," Ashant called because he was the only Royal not interested in the situation and was far off at the lounge. Him, also including the fairy prince with a friend.

Taven turned his head and stared at them with subtle emerald eyes, "Yes?"

"Take this...lower class back to the postal place and see that she is fired," he commanded.
Taven shrugged and flew to them.

"Go on," Ashant barked at Nadine. Nadine tried her wings but her muscles were too tired. She tried again but all her wings did was buzz.
Everyone saw and they knew she couldn't fly. They burst into laughter. She felt a solitary tear roll down her cheek. How awful could the Royals be?

Even though it was dark, she wasn't sure if Taven could see her cry but he took her hand and spoke "Com'on."

They walked out into the daylight and climbed the giant tree.

"Where are we going?" Nadine dared question him.

"It's obvious you can't fly so we're taking my bird," he said.

Nadine had never rode on any birds in her life. Most Royals had one or maybe even two. Underclass fairies had to work years to afford one. The ones they got though weren't that good of quality. Like Cardinals, Finches, and Orioles.

They came atop a branch with all sorts of birds: Lorikeets, Falcons, Hawks, Eagles and all the classiest birds she had ever seen.

"This one," Taven said un-doing a leather tie of an amazing golden eagle.

"Your bird is beautiful," Nadine said shyly.

"His name is Artugo," Taven smiled and jumped up on the shoulders of the bird. It squawked and backed up. Nadine moved out of the way of its massive talons.
Taven held out his hand for her to take.

"Will he let me ride him?" she nervously asked.

"The good thing about birds is that they can't tell the difference between classes. All you have to do is ride them with confidence and they're yours," he explained.
It would have been a perfect moment then but she remembered he was only giving her a ride so he could get her fired.

She frowned and climbed on Artugo gloomily. Taven pulled back on the reins and Artugo leapt off the giant tree branch in a dive.
Nadine gasped as she felt her stomach lurch into her throat. Just about before they hit the floor of the forest Artugo shifted upward with his golden wings spread.
Taven's pale blonde hair was whipping around his head like crazy. Nadine didn't dare grab him to stop her from falling off. If she didn't though, she would surely die for they were hundred of feet above the ground now. Fairies were only an average three inches high.

She felt her bum slipping down the golden-feathered back. She didn't want to grab the feathers of Artugo and startle him so she helplessly slipped centimeter by centimeter.

"I don't mean to interrupt but is there anyway I can STAY on this bird?" She shouted into the wind. He must not have heard because he kept looking forward.
With one last slip she fell fast and she screamed. Her wing muscles were still out of use and she couldn't suspend herself.

Taven looked behind him and the girl was gone. He looked around frantically and heard a faint scream.

He could make out a falling figure below and realized with terror it was she.

"Hiya!" he dug his ankles into Artugo's neck and he bolted down after Nadine.

Nadine could see the floor of the forest now and it would be mere seconds before she was splattered all over. From above the golden eagle swooped over her and caught her leafy top through his talon. She opened her eyes and looked up. She was saved. Her life, but not her job. She was carried all the rest of the way to the agency.

Artugo released her with a squawk and she fell onto the stump covered in vines. Then he flew up to the nearest tree branch. Taven dismounted and flew to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked helping her up.

"Thanks to you I'm not a smudge on the ground," she answered.

He shrugged his shoulders with a slight grin and went into the knothole entrance. She was going to get fired. No matter how Taven had acted, he was still against her in every way.

"Are you coming?" he peeked out and asked exasperated like he had wasted so much time with an Underclass.

Nadine nodded and followed. Her boss was at the post placing scrolls on different shelves. Taven coughed for him to notice them.
"Oh, hello young sir, and Nadine. What can I help you with?" He asked seeing Taven was a Royal.

"Lord Ashant wishes for you to dismiss Nadine," he automatically said.

Her boss lifted his bushy eyebrows in surprise at the news, "Why?"

Taven shrugged because he hadn't witnessed anything. As far as he knew Nadine was just some other Underclass fairiette who was discriminated against.

"I need a reason," the boss said growing angry. He had lost a lot of messengers because of the Royals.
"Lord Ashant demands it; that's enough reason," Taven said very cockily.

Nadine felt her body tense. The boss couldn't disobey Royals' commands or else he would be very much punished.

The boss sighed and nodded his head. "Very well Nadine. I hate to do this, but you're fired."

Nadine couldn't burst into tears because she knew this was going to happen. A depression washed over her like a wave and she felt sick.

The boss looked sorry and Taven was almost disinterested in the whole situation. He was standing by the post looking at his nails.

Nadine walked out of the stump with a lump in her throat. Taven followed slowly.

"Good luck to you," he sort of apologized and flew to Artugo. Nadine hated him, she hated Ashant, but she especially hated the Royals, all of them.

After Taven flew off with the golden eagle she walked around looking for a solitary place to hide forever. Where no birds, bugs, fairies, or Royals could ever discover her. Her wings were still out of whack and she sat under a gigantic tropical flower to pout.