Of Fairies and Noontime

Eos

Lue stayed at Ellabelle's side.

He couldn't believe it. He'd been lied to his entire life. All this time, his mysterious sister was living right on the other side of the village from him.

Why would their parents leave them like this?

There had to be more to the story, he knew it. But what else was there to find? Their parents could have already been dead and they had no idea.

Lue soon realized that his whittled stick wasn't much help in the heat of battle, but it wasn't his weapon that mattered. He wanted to be by his little sister's side at all times. Lady Larkdale wouldn't touch a hair on her head.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Lue asked as Larkdale shot beams of magic their way. They dodged them with light feet. At times, Lue had to pick up Ellabelle in order to protect her, since she didn't have the wings to do it herself.

"I sort of just found out, and I'm really sorry I wasn't more honest with you," Ellabelle replied, her tone low. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you, but I didn't know what to do. I guess I was still trying to understand everything myself."

"Save it, Eos." Larkdale snarled, zapping a piece of Ellabelle's hair, which caught on fire.

Ellabelle quickly patted her head to extinguish the flame.

"Now that your parents are gone and you two are the only ones left, I won't rest until your bloodline is through. This fairy world doesn't need any more selfish, ignorant, washed-up fairies like you two. Your parents would be so disappointed in what you've become." She stopped, tapping her chin with her wand. "Oh wait, I forgot, they're not here anymore. Oops."

Ellabelle sighed. She could feel her anger bubbling within her. She knew that Lady Larkdale was playing games with their minds. She had to stop her.

Or maybe, she didn't have to.

Meanwhile, Dask couldn't take his mind off of being there for Hadley. How had he let her go so easily last time? She slipped so quickly from his fingertips. He promised himself he wouldn't let that happen to them again, ever.

Lord Brilland struck a spell, releasing what looked to be thousands of live fireflies. They spun around in Dask, Hadley, Catra and Heartwinger's hair, tickling and making them want to crawl out of their skin. Heartwinger spun around, countering the spell with her own wand's magic. Her magic covered each firefly in little pink bubbles, popping and disappearing without a trace. She looked instantly satisfied with herself as Brilland gnashed his teeth.

"Snake." He replied flatly, readjusting his wand in his hand. His grip was sturdy and his bony hands were red and covered in swollen calluses.

"Give it up, Brilland. You're grossly outnumbered. There's no point in fighting anymore." Catra sighed, fluffing up her curls for emphasis.

"This Council has stood on its own for thousands of years. Our ancestors have done it the same way for generations without any of this backlash and rebellion," he spat.

"This is treason! This isn't what our ancestors wanted. Their motives were for the good of fairykind, not the selfishness of the council." Catra retorted, her cheeks getting flushed.

"You're just afraid of Lue and Ellabelle taking the thrones when you're gone, so you wanted to get rid of them." Heartwinger added, giving Dask and Hadley a nod.

Brilland shook his head. "This is foolishness. No other fairies have had these issues with our ways."

"None of them have had the guts to speak up!" Hadley retorted, throwing her hands in the air. "You've created such a blanket of fear that none of them could escape. You've brainwashed them into thinking that nothing is wrong with what you're doing."