Witch Of The White Wood

Concerning Fairies

Hvítt tré was a mess after the death of the King, the fairies stopped their flight, the kingdom payed their respects ranging from leaving baskets of flowers and fresh fruits at the stream to ambitious soldiers venturing out to avenge their king. But no level or mourning could match that of the Queen. She stood at the window daily, hand on her stomach as she stared at the water her husband sunk into as brilliant light struck him and the stones turned from a glittering grey to a disgusting crimson red.

Her vibrant eyes became solemn as she had to rule the kingdom on her lonesome. The Elven King and Queen offered their deepest sympathies, visiting the kingdom with their newest son, the heir to the Elven kingdom. Prince Kyle Broflovski loved the kingdom even though he was only a babe. The lights that shone through the windows intrigued him as he would reach out to grab them, the pebbles in the stream were smooth on his soft skin and he took great pleasure in lounging in the light of the stars which were magnified under the reflection on the pools littering the kingdom.

The King and Queen could see the now lone monarch of the Fairies was in ruin, she used to take such great pleasure in seeing the Elf prince enjoy his stay in her residence but now she couldn't even look at his red curly locks without thinking of her loss. Red hair was common among Elves but not Fairies or Humans. Curly hair was another trait the Elves possessed which seemed to be uncommon in Fairies, only a few in the thousands of their population had the ringlets.

The Queen Sheila had suggested she stay with the Fairy Queen to help her in her last few moments of pregnancy until her baby was to arrive. A gesture which was accepted as graciously as she could muster.

The Queen had vibrant (e/c) eyes which shone beautifully under the stars and sparkled like gold in the sun. The Queen had rose pink lips that formed a perfect heart shape and were always upwards in a smile. The Queen had long, straight (h/c) locks that twisted around her and carried the scent of flowers and morning dew.

But loss does something to people. Something, no one can explain. The queen lost her heart, it was painfully ripped from her chest by a man she could not name, but she held no anger. The relic was a dangerous thing to play with, it could turn brother against brother, turn the best soldier into a savage frothing at the mouth with a wild look in their eye. The investigation into who had murdered the King was a top priority among the Fairies even whilst the other kingdoms prioritised the relic over the life of a friend and ally.

A fairy could live forever if they so wished to, but after a heartbreak of this calamity their days were dropping down to months, perhaps even weeks. She knew this, her days were numbered. There was no hope, the kingdom began to shrivel, the starlight stopped hitting the windows in that way which made even mere dirt glimmer, the sun did not shine on the Fairies.

Not until the cries of a newborn baby filled the silent air of Hvítt tré. A beautiful newborn baby girl, she had her mothers eyes, beautiful (e/c) orbs encased in a wide, curious almond shaped cavity. She had her fathers light curls and the beautiful poised nose that seemed so dainty on her little face. Chubby little fingers that stretched smaller than the palm of your hand. Lips as pink as the night sky during a fuschia sunset, when the world is coming to peace. Perfect little eyebrows and pointed ears. She was beautiful. The kingdom stood at a standstill as the stars seemed to get brighter, the smell of the sweetest berries wafted through the streets, the wood glittered like gold and the sound of music rang through the buildings and palace.

The Elven Queen let a tear slip past her flawless skin as she stared at the sight before her. A beautiful baby lying calmly in the arms of her mother who smiled for the first time in weeks down at her child. A tender gaze full of adoration and care. Nothing could break the love the Fairy Queen had for her daughter. The heiress to the throne, the saviour to them all.

(Y/N) Ellion , Princess of Hvítt tré