What had started out as a sunny, lazy day quickly turned
into one of fleeing fairies and giant bark creatures rushing to
the front lines. The warning had come swiftly. She had been
lazing away by the river, watching the fairies dance along the
water’s surface in long looping circles and short, small, concise
diamond patterns, creating shapes in their wake from the gold
dust rolling off them, and writing a few letters to Maleficent who
had gone exploring for more lands like their own. As she was
finished her letter with a flourish upon her signature, she had
felt the heavy steps that vibrated the Earth. The sentries didn’t
necessarily have to be heavy footed, but clearly this one was
rushing and heedless of the disruption he was causing to those
who lived beneath the ground.
She had looked to him as he arrived, confusion and concern
warring to be the dominant emotion on her face. Balthazar
had bent down and helped Aurora to her feet, quickly speaking
in the gnarled tongue of his people, but she understood him.
Intruder at the border, he said, and approaching quickly.
Not human? A question. Aurora’s eyebrows had furrowed,
and they had rushed to the border. Now they stood, ready
to welcome or drive away the stranger who had come upon them.
Humankind relished in this world,
that much was certain. They coexisted in this realm
with creatures far beyond their comprehension, and
perhaps ruled over them with a throne of iron, or of gold.
Man-made objects to the east, and the natural, gnarled
world of those ancient beings, crawling about the earth
with their malevolent, yet benevolent instincts. How was
that worthy of disgust? Hardly so, hardly so.
Worthy of choler, worthy of abhorrence was a creature standing on the divine country’s
surface, feet digging into the holiest of soil was that human being. Her hair a spindled
and wavy blonde, and interest on whatever it was disturbed her forest caught Aversa’s
attentions instantaneously. Somehow, a human was in tune with the lands below, the
world her oyster. Within it, she appeared a pearl, the beasts surrounding her considering
her reign a boon, perhaps, on their once destitute ways. At least, this was how it could be
interpreted--was that not how PLEGIA had been developed?
“Let’s head down; but in the brush.
Quickly, now! Stealthily, so none can
detect you, steed.”
The ashy grey pegasus did as its master commanded, majestic wings splayed outward
towards the east and west, diving downward into the thickened brush and towering trees,
near the person of interest, of course. When its hooves touched the grassy ground, Aversa
slipped off the saddle elegantly, womanly in her descent with hands relaxed. In reward,
she stroked the fur of the pegasus, whispering to it words of encouragement, of satisfaction
towards its magnificent performance. Worthy of an award, it was! But later, later. When this
matter was attended to.
Through the field she walked, hips swaying in utter
confidence in her ways, her powers of persuasion
beyond comparison. One step at a time, the grass and
plants quietly rustling underneath the heels of her boots,
prepared for war if it must arrive. And if the queen was
a blonde vixen, bright and beautifully adorned, then so
be it. Her youth would be sucked dry, absorbed into
Aversa’s own supple skin.
And it was this that she saw, that golden-haired fairy, that impossible human being! Worthy
of a sneer, she was, but there was little to be done about it in its breathing succulence of
life.
“I don’t know where you’re staring, girl,
but it is hardly in the correct direction.”
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