Fairies Exist

PROLOGUE

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess,” King Sextus whispered lovingly to his daughter, “her hair was like pale, yellow jasmines, and her eyes like the cloudy sky. She was the daughter of a king, and he loved her so very much. The princess had a voice that made the angels cry in happiness when she sang. She was born with a mark, a mark so unique it made her special. It was the wings of the fae.” He lightly touched the brown mark under her left eye, “Everyone in the kingdom loved her, and she loved them, all of the people; her heart was that big.

One day, that princess was stolen away from her bed and the clouds grew as grey as her eyes. No one knew where she went, and the king cried all day and night. She was gone, vanished with the wind. The knight’s were out searching for her for ten years, before the king grew old and sick. He was on his deathbed when a very old and frail woman came to see him.

The old woman said she had received word the princess was alive and well, but could never arrive back home. She also said that the princess missed the castle and her father, and wished she could return, but she can’t. The old woman refused to tell the king where she went, as she proclaimed she would be killed if she did, and was only allowed to portray her message.”

The door to the princess’ bedroom burst open as a guard in shining armour had entered frantically. Bowing to the king, he began to explain with urgency his dilemma.

“My Lord, pirates! There are pirates on the coast, and they request to see you. Somehow, they captured all our men. They unbound me to tell you that Captain Kamaras requests your presence.”

King Sextus stood up from the golden brown covered bed and lightly kissed his daughters forehead, and walked to the door, before thanking the guard and to ask him to accompany him back to the docks. The princess laid quietly in her bed as she watched her fathers’ back as he left and gained the courage to call out to him. He turned, asking her what she needed.

“Does the princess ever come home?” She asked with sadness in her small voice. The king smiled sadly.

“Yes, she does. Sleep well, my darling daughter. Remember, I love you.” And he closed the door.

The seven year old princess lay in her bed; saddened thoughts of her father going away to converse with pirates flittered through her mind worriedly. Whenever her father spoke about pirates, it wasn’t ever good. Ever since her mother died at the hands of one, any pirate seen was to be hanged. No trial was given. This made poor Aricias’ heart whither when she watched from her bedroom window, as she was never allowed to attend one.

She wondered what would happen to the pirates of that night. Would they be hanged for setting foot on land? Or do they want something in return for agreeing to never visit? Aricia’s eyelids felt heavy as her mind thought about different reasons. She soon thought herself to sleep.

The clock struck midnight, a chime that rang through the whole city. Everyone was in bed as the night came alive. Owls hooted and flew off when tiny, orange, glowing lights passed by quickly. Every flower in the area opened to let out similar lights that all rose into the air. It was like orange stars that littered the sky everywhere, and all of them had one destination.

The white French doors to Aricia’s bedroom flew open soundlessly as millions of the lights twinkled into where she was asleep. All moving as one, they picked her up carefully so she does not wake, and carried her out of the castle room; into the night sky. The North Star grew and shone a bright white light. No one looked out the window to notice a bundle of orange things carrying the King’s daughter away. Aricia vanished all of a sudden, along with the lights. The North Star shrunk and became normally sized once more.

The next morning, the city was in chaos, and the King in agony. The princess has vanished, just like the story.