The Moors are dead...the humans perfected climate control, leaving me all alone with death.
"Don't let them convince you that we are different."
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I stared at his scars...which covered his body, making me wond...
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I wait within a dark, leaky cave, pacing around. I've called a meeting. Conall was gathering the rest of the darkfae...fallen angels. I stare above, feeling iciness seeping down from the frozen lands above. My ears become alert; spreading miles through the ground above, and traveling frosty forest, to listen in on the humans celebrating. My nose flares in disgust. Happy are they? After what they've done to my race....what they've done to me.
Faint sounds of a ship's horn fills my head, then an image of the craft scraping against open waters. Bumping...I fight back the traumatic memory. "Finally." I say, once I hear hundreds of my subordinates arrive.
"Many were asleep, Borra," Conall, a dark fae with long dreads, says with a bit of an attitude.
I glance around, my eyes lowering and peeking between the legs of adult fae. "Where are the children!"
A pale haired and skinned, female fae, gives me a ridiculous look. "We have settled this, the children ears are much too innocent to hear your cruelty."
"Whether you like it or not, I am the leader..." I step forward, close to her face, only a few inches away. "Am I not?"
"That's up for debate." I feel the snare in her tone, stabbing my ego.
Conall steps up and comes between us. "Control yourselves." The woman smirks tauntingly. "Iris?" He pleads.
"It is our "leader" who is out of bounds...not I." Iris tones goes high and mighty.
"As long as you admit that I am in charge." I back off smugly, walking to the center of the cave, watching the others surround me. "Listen." I place a hand over my ear. "Do you hear that?"
The surroundings give off sounds of dripping water. Some of the fae squint in confusion as they invoke their senses to detect further. To hear the humans gleeful noises, yells, singing and music. Conall snickers harshly, shaking his head as he turns away from me. "No, we have all voted against violence...humans show us no threat while-"
"WHILE WE'RE HIDING!!" I shout angrily, my voice echos the cave. "If they knew we were here they'd slaughter us...without worrying about how it'll affect the children!" I spit the last part at Iris. "Are we to quiver, hide, and take in gloominess all of ours lives? Are we to witness only a glimpse of sunlight...only a whisper of fresh air? Are we to stay prisoners from a land we fell upon from heaven? A land that is ours for the taking?!"
"Are you finish throwing a tantrum?" Conall turns to me, winner a few giggles from the crowd, but not all of them.
I look to the ones who are in silence. "Your children will never see a butterfly...a deer...not even a freshly grown apple...not here under these wastelands. They can't experience freedom from a cage!" My voice echos.
Conall expression turns forlorn. Iris looks to the ground sadly. "Whatever you're planning, you'll get yourself killed...the humans have iron. Something our children never need to have knowledge of."
"They should have knowledge of it, I did at their age." I grit my teeth at my race, my eyes glinting with suppressed tears. "The humans are distracted right now, drunk, and ready to fall asleep. THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME TO ATTACK!! What say you?!"
None of the darkfae speak up. All of their expressions are scattered between vulnerability and temptation. Even Conall, the leveled headed leader they wished they had. But, as always, like a broken record, vulnerability wins the tug of war on their hearts. Once again, I manage to rile up a slither of revolution, only for it to be turned stony as the earth above. My heart drops...they are comfortable with being doomed.
