You think you know what they are? You believe that they don't exist, that they can't exist. Well they do, the Fay are very much real and nothing like the stories we were all told to believe. Their wings are not pretty, they are long and thin almost papery. Some look like butterfly's but most look like nothing from our world. Torn or jagged, razor sharp that can cut through to the bone and some even through it. Their skin is pale and flawless. It glows like their immortal souls are shinning through and are trying to break through, most likely to escape the terrible deeds that the Fay do. Magical, powerful,beautiful. They are all of these things and so much more. Terrifying, cruel , uncaring, terrible. When they find beauty that matches their own they take it and destroy it, but not mercifully. Oh no, never mercifully, they give you fruit that burns your mouth and makes blisters appear on your tongue but that you crave for and will never give up. Even when it ends up blistering your whole tongue, choking you and you end up dying a slow death. That is not all though. The fay have their fairy circles that once you are in you can never leave. The music calks to your soul and you dance for eternity, your feet soon ware to bones but yet you still dance with the others they have cursed to the circle. Finally your body drops dead, but your soul had already left centuries ago. When you first enter, the people you are dancing with may have been the dancing corpses of the Fays prisoner's. For even the dead can't leave the dance. Now that you know what they are cable of how will you sleep tonight? Knowing that the Fay could see your soul as a threat. Threats to the Fay are taken care of instantly, with no warning or second chance. You will have no time to scream, for your voice may belong to them. This is a story of a Fay who indeed finds a threat. May you wish luck on the poor soul who challenges a fairy, for their fate is a dark one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have always been interested in the fay, and I'm tired of how they are portrayed as guardians of the forest and kind creatures. They are cruel and I hope this story will show you that. Keep reading and thank you :-*
Please update me when you write more, this is amazing. I'm writing a story too, it's in fan fiction, it's called lost in question, I would luv your opinion.
Chapter 1: The creation *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A small ball of light fluttered in to the green lake. The green lake is just that , a lake with green water flowing through it. It runs all through the land of the Fay and gives life to the splendor and horrors of the land as well. It is also the lake of light for the Fay, without it no new Fay could be created or in some cases destroyed. As the ball of light touched the water it shimmered and a shape took place. The air around the glowing shape was suddenly dark as all of the energy was sucked into the creature. This was how Snowaliya a Fay of possessions was born, her other Fay members consisted of Withaliy the second of the possession Fay and her sister. Now siblings in the Fay world are not like the human world, to have a sibling it means they were the ones to slay the Fairies soul and a piece of their own to create you. Once created you are bonded to your "sibling" forever, or how long forever lasts for you. Withaliy is not a big sister type though. She is the idol for the Fay and what they stand for. For her motives are not for the better of her group but for power and her own gain. For the hurt in others which is what all Fay wish for. Her wish is to be leader of the possession Fay. A wish she know she can not fill on her own. A reason that she decided that a sister might be useful. The second Fay their was Corran, you guessed it. The leader of the possession Fay. With his golden dragon fly wings, only one set, and sparkling gold eyes to match. Snowaliya could not take her eyes off the ravishing Fairy. His smile reveled his shape pointed teeth and yet they did not scare Snow as they would have scared us. When he spoke it was like water flowing down a river bed of silk. Smooth and unbelievably enchanting to listen to. "Hello dear, and welcome to the land of Fay." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope y'all like it I really was swamped with two updates and a third idea that sprang to mind haha Oh and I'm sorry its so short I'm still working on this haha and I love you all for reading leave comments even if you don't have critiques a good ole bump still makes me happy haha
Here's the update! Snow stared into his eyes and felt the possessive part of her take over. All she wanted was him and she didn't want anyone else to even think of having him. This was all she knew when she was first born into the land of the Fay. To want and to have. Of course though that soon grew old the longer that she lived and the more influenced she was by her sister Wither who did not want her sister to fall for the Fay in her way when she needed him killed. Possibly by Snowailyia. Soon Snow was made clear too that she was here to help her sister grow into powers help rule the possessive fairies and nothing mattered over that. Years passes and Wither's hold over Snowailyia grew stronger. Soon she was ready to begin her mission for power. All it had to start with was Snow getting close to the Fay she had tried her best to forget. Conan. Wither found Snow out in one of the Meadows watching humans grab for fruit that wasn't there, instead they were grabbing onto glass trees that cut their hands. "Sister. The time has come." Snow looked over at Wither and sneered, her pale snowflake hair writhing around her pale shoulders like snakes, "Why must I do it?" Wither shook her head and dust blew all around them from her sandstorm locks. With fairies, even their hair differs from humans, usually moving on its own or could transform into something else. Like green hair turning into vines or black hair exploding into cries flying towards you with razor sharp claws. "You are the most trusted and his favourite, just get him to trust you so I may get close enough to kill
Sorry, it got cut off! With that she fluttered her ripped dust cloud wings and took off into the red bloody sky. Snow sighed, her own icy blue butterfly wings sinking. She did not want to return when she was lovesick for the fairy. Though now when she thought harder, why should he not return her cravings? Who in the land of Fay was more in a right to him than she? Little did she know that it wasn't in the Fay world where Corran's love would be found. Note from Jennete: more later my pretties xx