Song of the Chapter: Swingin Party - Lorde
Welcome Beauty, banish fear,
You are queen and mistress here.
Speak your wishes, speak your will,
Swift obedience meets them still.-
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" Yūki wails, has he strides down the castle's spiral staircase, long legs for some reason unable to keep up with Louis' short ones.
"You have done it this time, Niall! The king will be livid when he finds out his Luna is out wandering in the castle walls without his supervis-" Yūki angrily whispers aloud, Louis stopped and put his pointer finger to the Caster's mouth,
"You worry too much, don't you?" The omega asked, not expecting an answer, continuing down the stairs.
Niall chuckles, "I'm tellin' ya, this ones a keeper!"
Yūki's face grows red as he continues to chase after the pair of low malefactors. "Excuse me for not wanting to have my head hung above the King's bed!"
"With a face like that, I don't believe the king wants your head hung above his bed," Niall commented in a whispered voice as Louis pursed his lips, trying not to let out a snort.
Louis quickly added on, "We aren't doing anything bad, I still have the chain collar on me. And I deserve to explore, this is my home from now on, after all."
Niall nods eagerly in agreement.
"We were only supposed to deliver the Luna his breakfast and le-" Yūki argued back but had no time before Niall stopped and let out a small squeal.
"Duck!" He whisper-yelled, all three of the creatures quickly crouched down on one wide stair and under the thick rails as a group of elves walk past below them.
Elves were a race of pointy-eared humanoids who excel in magic (and archery if you count it as an odd outdoor hobby). But after the kingdom of Stellarum extracted their so called privileges of 'unreasonable magic use', the elves became vulnerable for any work to fill up their time possible.
They used to be depicted as lively creatures. Uppity and perky, olive green skin with wild eyes looking for an adventure. They always had high voices and a skip, a rhythm, to their walks.
But, like with all other magical creatures, once your magic is taken away from your body, you change. And the elves show that. Sagging bags under their eyes, a slow dead-like walk, and a groaning sound emerging from every step they take.
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once upon a nightmare - l.s.
FanfictionA beast. A savior. A prophecy. And one adventure to break a curse. ©2016, SwanWrites