The purple-eyed girl stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the fairy king's outstretched hand, a delicate offering suspended in the air. Yet she showed no inclination to accept it.
Instead, she spoke softly but with unwavering resolve, "I can't touch you." Her words hung in the air like a fragile crystal, eliciting a look of bewilderment on the royal face before her; his head tilted in a curious blend of shock and intrigue.
"Hm? Why—" The fairy king began, his voice trailing off as the blue pixie suddenly zipped in like a shooting star, colliding with his hand in a flurry of iridescent wings and glittering dust. In her tiny bravado, she attempted to thwart any possibility of contact between the king and the girl.
"Hey! You could've hurt yourself!" The fairy king's reprimand was both bemused and exasperated, his tone rich with concern as he pointed out the folly of her actions. But before he could finish, the spirited sprite shot back at him, hands planted firmly on her hips, her brows knitted in fierce defiance.
It appears she turned the tables around on him instead. An intense cacophony of ringing and jangling erupted from her, like a tempest of tiny bells caught in a whirlwind, underscoring the tension in the air.
The fairy king maintained an air of calm nonchalance, his demeanor as unruffled as a still pond, even in the face of the blue pixie's aggressive antics and sharp gestures. It was as if he were a seasoned performer accustomed to the unpredictable whims of his spirited audience.
Iris couldn't help but marvel at the striking contrast before her; the pixie, small yet fierce, radiated a wild energy that seemed almost formidable. She's somehow scarier than him, Iris mused as her gaze flit between the two.
He stood in serene silence as absorbed the melodic chime of bells that danced around him like playful sprites, offering brief nods to her gestures toward the unconscious girl and the peculiar state of their surroundings."It appears I have overlooked dear Yzen's vital reminder about you," he said, his voice smooth as silk yet laced with an undercurrent of gravity.
His gaze shifted back to the girl he had named, now sharpened with newfound focus and intensity. A gentle smile adorned his lips, but in the depths of his eyes flickered a subtle chill, like the first breath of winter whispering through a sunlit meadow.
It's almost as if he's staring at me with contempt, she thought—a shiver racing down her spine at the unsettling realization. There was no denying the shift in his gaze; it now held a deep reservoir of emotions that sent ripples of unease through her.
Sensing the sudden shift in mood, the girl felt the unmistakable weight of disdain and disfavor radiating from the fairy king like a chilling breeze on a warm day. A flicker of fear danced in her chest, igniting her instincts to retreat.
She quickly replied, her voice tinged with urgency, "Ah... yes! Then I suppose I don't have to explain why I can't shake your hand." Her words tumbled forth like leaves caught in a gust of wind, each syllable a delicate attempt to sidestep the storm brewing in his gaze.
Clearly sensing the sudden change in mood and attitude brought about by him, the king swiftly retracted his hand—"My mistake. I would like you to follow me," he said, his voice taking on a warmer, more cordial lilt, as if he were trying to sweep away the oppressive clouds of tension and invite in a ray of sunshine.
"To where?" The girl hesitated, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind. She remained crouched for a moment longer, feeling the cool earth beneath her palms—a grounding reminder of her reality. Doubt gnawed at her; what awaited her beyond this moment?
With each passing second, the weight of his gaze pressed upon her like a heavy cloak. She could almost hear the distant echoes of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears, urging her to make a choice. Finally, summoning every ounce of courage she could muster, she slowly unfurled herself from her crouched position like a delicate flower reaching for the light.
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Death's Rebirth
RomanceA forgotten beauty lies hidden between the pillars of an ancient mountain, awakening without memories and only with a sense of melancholy about her uncertain past. To her dismay, every living thing she touched was cursed to wither away and perish in...
