Fae-cism

1.The Stalker

"Sia, seriously, you're sleeping right now!"

Cara grabbed my blanket and threw it on her bed. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I whined with my eyelids half closed.

"What's going on girls?" Mairead, Cara's mother and my Godmother came in, well-dressed. 

"My goodness! Why are you not dressed yet? You won't ever learn to be punctual, will you?" She scolded me as soon she took in my clothing.

"Don't worry Ma, I'll be there in ten minutes. You can leave with Cara."

"Alright, young lady. Don't forget to lock the doors properly."

"I'll save you a seat," Cara shouted while going out the door.

I could hear the sound of trumpets blowing in the near-distant, announcing the beginning of the events of the Night Light Festival. This festival was arranged in honour of our ancient royal monarchies who fought with all their might against the evils of a sinister wizard. 

Although the back story sounds boring, like a common plot of some novel. But the celebration was certainly fun. 

I was in no mood to dress nor did I have much time. So I draped a red linen cloak around the chemise I was already wearing. I locked the doors and took my leave, searching for Cara and Ma in the crowd. 

I strolled through the market that was excessively filled with folks. The stalls of candies, toys, jewellery, and a variety of other accessories were chock-a-block with faes from various genus from throughout the kingdom of Apricus.

I went towards the theatre that was set up for the annual play which was the highlight of this festival.

The play had already begun when I reached there. 

"The lands were filled with chaos and the folks lived with fear in their hearts. The great Wakaran Temple lied in complete ruins." The narrator's voice reverberated.

The light mist on the screen portrayed the scenes of an ancient gigantic building in a wrecked state.

The lights complemented the setting making it look realistic. The reason why the 'Shimmery Jitters' play was considered as a highlight of this festival was that their performance never disappoints. They are well-known for their magical stage setting.

"Mathew Geannethe, " the narrator continued, "captured nearly the entire area covering both the Dark and the Light realms."

The mist viewed a hideous old man sitting on a throne which was initially said to be made up of purpurite crystals. But its colour changed into that of a bloodstone, his energy stone.

His eyes reflect the shine of the throne making it look red. His face is rigid and his posture speaks of utmost power.

"Sia!" Cara shouted from my left. I waved at her and jogged towards her.

She looked really cute in a yellow embroidered tunic and the red headscarf sewn by me. 

"Sisie, you look so beautiful," I praised her.

"Thank you," she blushed.

This twelve-year-old was actually more of a young lady than me. She took care of her behaviour and appearance much, much better than I did, though I am six years elder than her.

"And what about you? You just wore a cloak over your night dress." She frowned.

"I don't look good?" I asked, pouting.

"Of course you do. But you should have changed into something nice." She advised gesturing towards my body just like Ma.

"Okay, forget that. Where is Ma?"