Otherworld

The Raven and the Sun

I would like to say we made it home sound and safely, and that Olivia was mad at first about the whole werewolf idea but she later gave in. I really, really would like to say that. But, honestly saying, it kind of went down like this (in a list, as to organize my own thoughts):

1)We didn’t make it home safely.

2)Oberon Jr. kind of found me.

3)We’re currently locked up in a bird cage dangling about three hundred feet in the air above a lava lake full of demons, or at least that’s what Able said they were.

4)Oberon kind of wants to marry me.

5)I refused. Which, I guess, is why we’re dangling above our doom.

I guess that pretty much wraps up the events so far. But, as Ginger put it, at least we went down fighting. I sighed. “What kind of stupid cliché is this anyway? A princess with hair longer than her body locked in a tower dangling to her doom.”

“Um,” Ginger said, brushing her creamy blonde hair out of the way, “The only part of what you said was remotely cliché. The fact that you have Rapunzel hair, that is. Other than that, I’m pretty sure no other princess rejected a courtship from King Oberon of the Summer Court, or ever cursed out a hobgoblin.”

Able sniggered, trying feebly to rub out his goose bumps from being so near to me and Ginger. “You can say that again. I’d heard so many stories about you when I was still living in my Kingdom, Machina. They usually send the princes that are to be wed to you pictures and updates on their actions. Ever since she was small, she was unpredictable. Nearly got drowned a good four to five times by the age of four-four.” Able shook his head.

Ginger laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You should have seen her around her very first crush. When he shot her down, she nearly tore the place down, and when she came to after getting a bad conk in the head, she didn’t remember a thing. From that point on, I knew we’d be good friends.”

My face was already ablaze. “Did I really do that?”

They both nodded. I could feel my face rise to the temperature of the lava below. Shuffling and clamors could be heard from below. “Get the princess and make her all pretty-like, or I’ll broil your pancreas to add some zest to my new recipe,” one voice shouted.

“Yessssss ma’am,” another hissed.

“Your speech impediment is downright gettin’ on ma nerves!” The first voiced huffed, and stomped away. Flapping could be heard getting closer and closer to the cage. The heat faded from my face and fear crept up my spine into my heart. No, I thought. I don’t want anything coming near me.

A leathery creature appeared with dark, noisy feathered wings, a potbelly, and horns and below the waist it had the tail of a snake. It dragged me away kicking and screaming, and Able and Ginger tried their best to fight it off, but there’s only so much you could do dangling over a lava pit without the ability to fly. The result of the scuffle sucked more than the idea of Oberon kissing me, because I kind of fell. And halfway down, I also sort of lost consciousness.

            Honestly, I didn’t expect to wake up in this condition. A light blue skin tight sundress with plummeting neckline brought my Latina curves to attention, and white wedges with blue ribbons made it nearly impossible to walk, let alone run. I had to admit though, my hair looked awesome. It was braided intricately and stopped about one inch before the ground when I tilted my head upwards. I really like what I was seeing in the mirror, but this was no time to check myself out. I just realized my ears were getting pointy like the Princes, and my hair had become darker.