Fairy Graves

Prologue

She was rowing rapidly, fighting against the current threating to capsize her humble leaf-cannoe.

"Beware O' fairies / of thee frail wings / O', beware of thy watery grave." She muttered, sparing a glance at the tiny bones of Fairies glittering against the sand like corrupted gems far below. "Beware, says I / for deep below / lays a Fairie graveyard / of those who did not heed / O' beware sweet Fairies." Faces were frozen in looks of terror and desperation, the faces of those who did not heed the warning.

Alas, she could not condem them. For she was doing the exact same thing. Who could blame her? For when your Queen is dying you must go through treacherous journeys to save her.

She felt her boat rock side to side faster, the meager provisions swaying violently. A hand wrapped in slimy scales reached out of the water and stopped the little cannoe, a head slowly rising from the water. With algae for hair and razors for teeth, the mermaid smiled at the little fairy. Her face was once one of a beautiful lady, but the Magik inside her veins had slowly ruined her, turning her into a predator among water.

"Whhooo are yooou?" It hissed, her tail flicking restlessly behind her.

"I'm Penelope. But my friends call me Pen." The little fairy squeaked, the stories of monsters lurking in these dangerous waters lurked in the front of her mind.

"Whaaaat aaree yoou dooing here?" Unlike her fellow mermaids, this one did not attempt to drown her. It appeared to be curious of Pen, curious of the tiny body and frail wings.

"Well," Pen licked her lips as she glanced around. "I'm not exactly sure."

"Not... sure?" Her head tipped to the side in confusion.

"Yes." Pen muttered absently. She could feel it deep within her Fairy bones, something bad was happening. Something had happened to their queen. Pen had not been fast enough to save her.