Our queen has arrived
905 Words
I stand before the crowd, feeling the weight of their expectant gazes. The air around us hums with anticipation, their eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. These fairies have been broken down by the dark sorcerer’s curse, living in the shadow of their true potential for too long. They’ve forgotten their power, their light—but I will remind them.
With a deep breath, I raise my voice, letting it carry over the crowd. “From what I’ve observed, the dark sorcerer has cursed you all, suppressing your true forms, your true selves. He’s twisted your perception of what it means to be a fairy. Fairies are not weak and powerless as you’ve been forced to believe.”
I pause, letting the words sink in, watching their expressions shift as realization slowly dawns. “We are beings of light, strength, and power. The sorcerer fears us. That is why his plan has always been to weaken us by removing the men, by targeting the heart of your families, your communities. He knows that without them, you would be vulnerable, broken.”
As the crowd murmurs, I press on, my voice firm but compassionate. “But we will not let him succeed. We must stand together, stronger than ever before. The time for fear and division is over. I can free your true selves, release the power within you that has been locked away for so long. But it won’t stop with me. We must protect each other, now and always, because only together can we defeat his forces.”
At that moment, Marco and Maya step forward, kneeling before me. Their eyes brim with emotion as Marco’s voice carries through the crowd. “Our queen has arrived!”
Daisy kneels next to them, and within seconds, all the fairies follow suit. “Our queen has arrived! Our queen has arrived! OUR QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!”
The chorus of voices chanting fills the streets, echoing in the night air. The sound is both humbling and empowering. A swell of emotion rises within me, filling my heart with warmth as I signal for my people to stand. I take a moment, closing my eyes to concentrate, reaching deep within myself to connect with every single fairy in this village.
I focus, my energy expanding outward, and soon I feel the subtle connection with each and every fairy around me. I release a final beam of light, pure and golden, encompassing the entire village. As the light flows from me, I watch the transformation unfold. One by one, they begin to glow, their forms shifting as their true selves emerge from within.
The sight is breathtaking. Fairies of all shapes and sizes bloom like flowers, shedding their muted appearances for radiant, beautiful forms, their eyes glowing with newfound power. The streets fill with joyous cries as they embrace each other, reveling in their awakening.
I stumble slightly, my strength waning, but I can’t help but smile at the sight. The village has come alive in a way I could never have imagined. Little sparks of magic flit through the air, and I notice some fairies unlocking runes, their powers beginning to surface at different paces.
Daisy walks beside me, guiding me as we make our way through the crowd. She introduces me to each fairy we encounter, their faces glowing with gratitude and awe. Every few steps, we are stopped by more fairies, thanking me with tearful eyes and joyful smiles. My heart swells with pride and love as I witness the transformation I have helped ignite. This is what it means to be a queen—to protect and empower.
As we walk, I notice Tyler, the sorcerer I had spared, approaching with a group of fairies. They seem comfortable with him, no longer afraid. I meet their eyes and ask, “Do you trust him?”
The fairies nod eagerly, and I see the sincerity in their faces. I clap my hands, summoning Tyler’s wand back into existence, and hand it to him. His eyes widen in shock as he takes it. He bows low, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, my queen. I swear my life to protect you and the fairies.”
I smile softly at his promise, but exhaustion is beginning to weigh heavily on me. I clap my hands one last time, replenishing the drinks and food on the tables for everyone to enjoy. The fairies cheer, but I stagger backward, my body finally giving in to the toll of the day’s events.
Daisy catches me before I fall, concern etched on her face. “My queen, you need rest.”
She teleports us to a small, worn-down shack. “This is my home,” she says apologetically. “It isn’t much, but I think you should rest here.”
The shack may be humble, but it feels safe, a place of solace after a long day. I glance around, smiling despite my weariness. “Thank you, Daisy. But you deserve better.”
With a clap of my hands, the small shack transforms into a modern two-bedroom home, its walls glowing with warmth and comfort. I sink down onto the bed, my body feeling heavier than ever.
“Goodnight, Daisy,” I mumble, my eyes already closing.
“Goodnight, Queen Lenora,” she whispers, and her voice is the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.
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