Luna Dea

29) The Faerie Queen

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more,
One task more declin'd, one more foot-path untrod,
One more devil's-triumph and sorrow for angels,
One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!
- Robert Browning

Avalon pov

The faerie queen is absolutely stunning. She has striking red hair that seems to be flowing in the wind, but there is no wind. The red would be one that couldn't be natural on humans, but it is obviously natural on the faerie Queen. Her hair is long and reaches half way down her chest. A crown of thorns and other flowers which include roses and lillies rests on top of her head.

Her skin is very pale to match her red hair. She has no freckles or other blemishes on her skin and would seem perfect and flawless to everyone. Her cheeks seem to be glowing and littered with glitter.

Her eyes are a striking blue colour that seems to change every time you look at it. One moment it will be a pale blue, then a bluey green, sometimes even the blue of a night sky.

She is wearing clothes related to nature, obviously. Faeries are said to be the closest supernaturals to nature. Her clothes are a mixture of red and green that seem to be following no pattern whatsoever, just winding around her body. It flows out to a dress and flows on to the floor and it seems to be merging with the ground. Like the ground is her dress, or her dress is part of the ground.

She is sat on a makeshift throne that looks like a tree with a hollowed center. There are flowers and vines growing around it that are moving. I blink, thinking it must be a trick of the eye, but no. They are actually moving. They are curling around the throne, giving it more beauty.

The queen's hands are on the arms of the throne. Resting there. She seems to be relaxed, though there are vines wrapped around her fingers and at some points around her arms, giving the illusion that she is in fact a prisoner in her own realm.

But with my enhanced sight, I can see that they are not trapping her in, but the ends of them are curled around her, not trapping her in, but simply for her pleasure.

There are guards stationed around her, all of them with a - nature friendly - spear and some armour.

I bow slightly to her, out of politeness and respect. Yes I respect the faerie queen. Sure she can be a manipulative little bitch sometimes, but she is a headstrong woman who, rather than give up the entire faerie realms to the faerie King, took her rightful place on the throne and commanded armies. Everyone knows that if you get the faeries on your side, you are basically unstoppable.

With the faeries on your side, you basically have all of nature on your side. You would be an unstoppable force. I can only hope that is what she called me here for today. With the faeries on our side, we might actually have a chance of winning.

"Moon goddess." the faerie queen speaks.

Her voice is like bells riding on a northern wind. It is like honeysuckle and lemon juice mixed together to form a sweet drink. I find myself being enchanted by her voice, willing her to talk again.

But I snap out of it soon enough. That is how faeries draw you in, they enchant you with their voice until you are unable to resist them. They will then take you to their realms and play with you, usually make you join in with their silly faerie games. They will play with you until you die as a sick form of faerie humour.

"Faerie Queen." I say back to her.

She smiles. A sick, disappointed smile. I think I just unknowingly passed the first faerie test, being able to resist her voice.

"Do you know why I called you here?" she asks.

Guardians, Olive would know how to speak to the faerie queen, she would know if there was some sort of formality we had to follow or not. Me, I don't know anything.