Chi-World, for the past three hundred years, has been enduring the silent crusade caused by the Generation Wars. This is also the reason why the lands have been divided into five regions that symbolise the five kinds of creatures residing in it. Tha...
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -- Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Date: 03/01/1015 Place recorded: Lepus Industries Headquarters, Northern Snowcourt, Chi-World
It's a scorching day in Lepus Industries, the main enterprise that runs the resources of Chi-World and turns them into profits. Some say that what they do is morally wrong with the cases about corruption and the current CEO, Collar Beaumont, can only shrug in response.
And that certain CEO is already seething in anger at the malfunctioning air-conditioner in the room.
"Why is it so hot? I've already told you to fix it," he says, his voice dangerously low.
Statics come from the other line and he clenches his fists to avoid hurling the papers on his desk. "I apologise, Sir. But it seems like the-"
The man is cut off when a loud boom erupts from outside. Collar swivels his chair to face the tall, glass walls and almost falls out of it when he sees the landscape below burning. Large flames engulf the plant sculptures and destroying everything in sight. He steps back, his backside hitting the table. He's trying to search for the intercom when a big block of flaming rock flies through the air and crashes directly in the walls. Millions of shards soar through the air and he knows he doesn't have enough time to dodge it so he braced himself for the impact.
But none comes.
Instead, when he looks up, he sees a familiar set of red wings flapping above the ground. There, in her red and gold grandeur, is the ruler of the Kingdom of Fata, the lands of the faeries. Vanya holds her staff above her head, an invisible force keeping the broken glasses suspended in mid-air.
A frown etches on Collar's face as he takes notice of the faerie. He is grateful for she saves him, but she is definitely trespassing not just Snowcourt, but also the Lepus compound.
Dusting off his pants, he stands up and walks behind her. "Queen Vanya," he says. His right ear twitching in annoyance.
"Well, hello there, Beaumont," Vanya replies as she glances at him. "One sec, bunny."
Putting her staff down, the shards fall carefully on the ground. With a twirl of the wood and a chant on her lips, the fire on the boulder is extinguished. She flaps her wings again, this time to land on the floor swiftly. Collar is waiting for her, arms crossed, as he watches her steps gracefully towards him. A trail of golden smut is left behind her track, sparkling against the sunlight.
Screams and loud explosions can be heard from the outside without the soundproofing of the glass walls, although, the clinking of Vanya's heels are more prominent for Collar. His rabbit ears quivering a bit as he acknowledges the fact that the faerie is a threat to his well-being. She can kill him within five seconds especially that he's completely defenceless, and that thought alone sends shivers down his spine.
"I don't want to hurt you so I suggest you stay where you are," he commands. The woman only beams as she walks closer to him.
"Is the great Beaumont afraid of me?" A maniacal laugh escapes her lips, stopping a mere inch from him. Their faces almost touch and she stroke his cheek with a finger, sliding it down to his jaw. The tension in the room thickens and he avoids making eye contact at all costs. However, there's something luring with her presence, many have attested that it's the pixie dust, but Collar knows it's the natural charm of the woman.
He's forced to meet her gaze when her finger dips to his collarbone and what he sees make the grunt. Her face is void of any emotions but longing. She's standing right in front of him yet her eyes have travelled a hundred years either to the future or the past. Her purple irises zoom back to normal when she let go of him.
Collar is able to breathe again as Vanya saunters back to the wrecked walls. "What are you doing here?" he asks. Settling on top of his ruined table, he addresses the woman again. "You do know you're trespassing on private property and such deeds will face extreme consequences."
The queen of the faeries is taciturn while he observes how she grips her wooden staff tightly. With a shake of her head, she glimpses at him. "After I saved your pretty face, you're going to talk to me about trespassing?" A humorous chortle emerges from her throat and she ignores his presence. Her eyes drag from the farthest of lands to the commotion below them.
A battalion of animal-hybrids are catapulting lit boulders that crash to everything in sight. The howls of the half-humans resonate on the once-tranquil compound. Lifeless bodies are sprawl out on the lawn and to the main entrance of the tall building, blood painting the green shrubs.
There is a protest going on and it gets worse when one of the protesters accidentally kills two guards. It has been a riot since then; a commotion that has shaken even the lands of Fata thus making its queen visit the young CEO personally.
Their kinds never meddle with each other for the longest of years. It has been three centuries and this is only the fourth time they met in person. The rabbit-man knows that her appearance never changes through the years; she's still as splendid as he can remember. However, unlike the last time he saw her, she's now wearing a golden tulle dress accentuated with red embellishments in the shape of flowers and leaves. The hem is too long it pools beneath her feet, and the neckline plunges deep in the cleavage of her breasts. Red vine-like evening gloves hug her arms and a single ruby gem is pasted on her chest. It matches the stone on her platinum tiara that seems to have a permanent glow. And her wings! His favourite part about her. It flaps adorably and he finds himself wanting to reach out to it but he must refrain from doing so because it's an insult to her kind.
He snaps out of his trance when he hears her voice speaking to him. "Beaumont, you know you must stop this uprising or else." She stops. A worried look fleets from her face but he sees it.
"I know," is his reply and turns his back against her.
"Then do something. The only reason I haven't tried to seize this land is we both know the truth," she says in an authoritative voice that takes him aback. He's about to reiterate when she holds up her hand, automatically silencing him. "I know you mean well for your people but they are filled with greed and are hungry for power. They are planning for your demise and I couldn't just stand on the sidelines and watch you get overthrown."
Punching the table beneath him, the wood breaks in half and he stands upright. "What do you want me to do?"
Vanya just watches him for a few moments, a grim smile visible on her face. A huge breeze of air sweeps the messy office as the Queen jumps out of the building. Floating-- or more appropriately called as flying, she takes one last glance to the man and with a whisper, flies away from the compound when firing of guns start below.
"Demand your place in this land and you shall have your burghers back," Vanya whispers in the air and Collar lets out a scream.
