Butterfly:Lost Wing

Chapter Eight: Her Inspired Wing

The Fey Queens words were inspiring to Celeste. She opened a new wolrd inside her. A world with inspiration and great arts. It was like a dream, her speech was incredibly strong with true emotions. It was like a . . . Fairy Tale. The words, they were strong filled with true meaning and graceful beauty. The speech was a gorgeous art of an angel. Celeste was truly impressed with admiration for the Fey Queen. She admired her for such a long time that she hasn't realize that her words were the true inspiration of her surroundings. It was the definition of inspiration and beauty.

"I understand what you meant, Morgan." Celeste replied. She wanted to touch the force field but Cerise told her not to or she'll be shocked by the shock waves.
Morgan smiled at the brunette. Her hazel eyes were soft, but they had a hint of worry in them.  The Fey Queen thought that Celeste will break any moment now. The young girl was so fragile and waiting to brake any second now. She was too breakable to handle, it will be bothersome to take care of, but they promised themselves to protect her and even die for her.
"You want me to understand the truth, even though I won't hesitate to get a proper explanation from it. You want me to stop being scared and quit hiding in my shell, you want me to come out and see the true meaning of trust. Before I get mad, I should understand the veracities, the facts, and most important, the truth. I can't ignore my fears, right? It's just part of human life. If I keep hiding, then I'll go  nowhere but stay at the same place forever." Celeste said. She understood the true meaning of truth. Of course she knew what truth meant. But Morgan helped her realize the real intentions of the word. Truth and trust are the same. They may not have the same definition, but when you tell the truth, you'll get trust from it.
Willow smiled. She hated to interrupt a moment but she had to, she said, "sorry to ruin the moment, but we need to got to Sprite. It'll be the safest place for Celeste to recooperate. We need to go before it appears."
The Fey Queen turned to the blue-skinned Nymph. She smiled and put her hands on her back. "Sure. But before we go, I need to collect some herbs at the center of Shallow Fey, which is where our favorite Healer lives." She referred to Cerise. Cerise eyes went wide and her eyebrows furrowed. "No! Absolutely not! I won't let you have my rarest herbs! Get some on your own!" She yelled.
"Of course not. I never said I'll collect your most rarest herbs. I'll collect some of them of the normal ones and claim them." Morgan played. She wanted that to happened. She never saw Cerise get so protective of her rare magic items. It was rare to see her angry, as the Fey Healer was a calm and gentle Fey.
Cerise huffed and crossed her arms around her chest. Her eyes glowed red with anger. Real anger. She was about to burst in anger and explode, as blood was boiling inside. She didn't liked it when the Fey Queen manipulated her with such foolish acts that will get her in trouble some day. "Fine! Take mint, thyme, tarragon, oregano, dill, sage, sweet bay, and basil! I hate those anyways! They're nightmares to deal with!"
"You heard her, Gabriel. Go fetch some of those good ingredients and carefully put then in my backpack. Take some of my school supplies out, I won't need them anyway, since I won't go to school for a long time." Morgan ordered. Gabriel didn't paused and went inside the Fey Healers cottage to take the herbs away.
"Happy?"
"Very."
"We need to go already. Dusk is already coming in a matter of three minutes," Willow reminded, "we need to hurry before it finds us. I don't want to see a hero die."
Morgan nodded in agreement. She raised her hand in the air. The forcefield glowed, it wasn't blue or green, it was now dark purple. There were no shock waves, there were more swirls, they were popping out of the force field like a 3D movie. Celeste touched the transparent shield, no shock waves came, it was like it was powerless. The blue-eyed girl realized and backed her hand away and said, "What's happening to the magical thingy?"
"Nothing happend. I used a spell that will allow it to glow in the dark. It's just a different color. When you touched it, there were no shock waves. They turned smaller and less painful. Eventually, when someone else touches it, other than a Fey, will receive a powerful and painful shock and lead them to their deaths." The Fey Queen explained the situation. Celeste was worried. Half of her believed Morgan, but her other half, not so much.
It's a lie, Fey. You can't trust those beasts in human form. They'll be your friends, but then. . . They'll consume you alive. They are not friends, they are our enemies. They'll let you get hurt and won't care for you at all. They are our ENEMIES. A whisper said inside Celeste. She rapidly shook her head and ignored the voice.
Cassie, quit manipulating me!, she warned her inner-self.
I didn't do anything. . . Yet. And besides, I don't even remember talking to you for the past hour. Probably, your shadow self is tempting you, for all I care. I could care less. Was Cassie's discourteous reply.
Whatever. I'll speak to you later.
Whatever you say. I don't really care at all. You'll try to reason with me, but it won't work. Your words don't affect me, they are just letters that have no meaning and emotion. Simple.
Celeste hated when Cassie was rude to her. She hated herself. Her inner-self. They are the same person with two qualities, not including her shadow self. That was a whole different story.
"Got the herbs! I mind-linked Lucy to come, along with the horses." Gabriel exclaimed.
"Good. We need the help anyways. Tell lucy that we're waiting." Morgan said. After that, the Feys and the Nymph waited for their companion, along with the horses.