Chapter One

The sun wakes up from its sleep, making me turn away from the open window in my room. It creeps up behind the curtains, slowly snaking into my room and onto my eyes. Strange, it’s not as cold as it was a month ago. Why? I don’t want today to be warm, I’m the Princess of Tinsel, I don’t need to wake up! Maybe if I pretend to be dead, will they believe me? I wish they did, but I’m a Pixie, the Frey don’t believe us for some reason unknown to me.

The sun wakes up from its sleep, making me turn away from the open window in my room. It creeps up behind the curtains, slowly snaking into my room and onto my eyes. Strange, it’s not as cold as it was a month ago. Why? I don’t want today to be warm, I’m the Princess of Tinsel, I don’t need to wake up! Maybe if I pretend to be dead, will they believe me? I wish they did, but I’m a Pixie, the Frey don’t believe us for some reason unknown to me. 

A knock on my door made me sit up, groaning. My head hurts, but I can’t let anyone down in this kingdom, I protect it after all. The knock grew louder, following a voice, a bright and cheerful voice, stating, “Mistress, it’s time to be awake! Today, I have brought a selection of dresses that are the finest silk!” The door opened, revealing my confused Lady in Waiting, “Mistress? Whatever is the matter?”

I sigh, glancing at her, “What day is it?”

“Today is the beginning of Spring, Mistress!” I could hear the cheerfulness in her voice.

Wait, beginning of Spring? Oh no, “No, no, no, no, no, no! Not today!”

“What?”

I stared at her, eyes going wide, “Today’s the New Year Ball, isn’t it?”

She nodded, “Yes, which is why I need you out of bed, Mistress. You see, we need to get your dress fitted for the ball so…” She held out the dresses that were in her arms, “Now, which one would you like to wear today?”

“Any…” I slip my head into my hands, groaning.

 

It’s Spring, therefore a new year. I’m not that fond on the New Year celebrations they have in Tinsel, especially the New Year’s Ball. Each year we hold one for the grand Frey that are here, and it gets more boring as the years pile on. My father, the King of Tinsel, always forces me to go and do my role as a princess. Truth is, I don’t want to be a princess.

 

I want to be a Warrior Pixie. These people like me protect the people from harm in Frey and make sure nothing will come and destroy the Kingdom of Tinsel. From wasps to the unimaginable, we will thrive to protect the people from the harm that faces this kingdom.

 

“Mistress, it’s time to get dressed. I have chosen the green dress, if that is okay with you.” My Lady in Waiting optimistically states, I think in hope to cheer me up. It doesn’t, if I do say so, but I won’t question her theories. I walk over and grab the dress, dressing myself into them.

 

While Neon does that, let me tell you about her family. To you humans, it may not be a big deal to talk about these great Fairy people, but to us it is different.

 

Follow me towards the throne room. All around you, there are many different types of servants working for the royal family. They tend to offer you drinks and food, but you need to decline in order to meet the King and Queen. However, the butler of Neon is walking past us, raising a brow at you. Hugo has never seen a human before, but by this look that he is giving you, he is not too pleased to see you. Come along, human, we’re outside the throne room doors.

 

Two butlers open the doors in front of us, revealing the throne room. As your eyes wonder around the site, you may notice that the room is made of the finest golden flower petals around, and autumn leaves are spread across the floors like spilt paint. You humans are weird fussing over fallen leaves, but to us it is very reliable. The windows have no glass, instead always open letting the breeze cool down the castle insides. It looks rather grand, doesn’t it?

 

If you look outside the windows, you may see the town. Elves are dancing in a pattern as the music fills the town and reaches our ears. It’s such a lovely sound, flutes and drums making a song that fills the room. Why are you looking at me dance? I’m an Elf, so this comes naturally to me when this song comes on. You may notice the Flower Fairies braiding the children’s long hair as they giggle; they enjoy their hair being braided with flowers. Stop staring, human, I need to show you around the throne room before Neon comes in.

 

We walk around the throne room, spotting the King himself. I wonder where the Queen is, considering that she’s always with him, she must be busy. Why are you stunned at the King? Yet again, it is very rare to find a male Sylph in the fairy world. Do you see his left wing, if you do, take a close look at it. You may notice it’s tattered. This is because of a war that broke out within the west and southern kingdoms here in the fairy world.

 

Oh, the princess is coming; I must leave you for now.

 

Why is my life always so busy? My butler, Hugo, had just told me that today will be so busy for me it won’t be funny. On top of that, my father wishes to see me. I hope he isn’t angry again; he’s always either mad or annoyed at me for some reason. I don’t see why though, I just do my daily business and somehow wound up being in trouble. I wonder why though?

 

I stroll around the castle, trying to take everything in. My father insisted that this kingdom would be the grandest thing anyone has ever seen, so he made sure it was grand, inside and out. It’s a rather weird thought though; having such a big headed father like mine can be quite a handful, especially for my mother. I feel so sorry for her, because every time the sun rises, he demands so many things that her head must explode from confusion. I know mine does, but mother doesn’t seem to explode for some reason. It must be because she’s been his wife for so long that she knows all the tricks about him.

 

Odd, why are the throne room doors open? I could’ve sworn that they were closed a minute ago. Oh well, I might as well go inside and see my father, who looks incredibly annoyed when he sees me enter.

 

I grinned, “Good mornin’ father!”

He groaned, “Neon…”

Oh, what did I do now? “You wanted to see me…”

He sighed, strolling over to me, “Do you know what day it is today?”

“Yeah, today is the beginning of the New Year.” Why would he ask that?

“That’s not what I meant.” He locked eyes with me, “Today is your sister’s corrugation of becoming Queen of Tinsel.”

“Huh?”

He sighed annoyed, “She’s becoming Queen of Tinsel today.”

Oh! “Right, I know that father! No need to tell me!” I could read the annoyance on his face, and I sighed, “Tell me, what I did wrong.”

“Where do I begin?” He stared out the window, “Tell me, why is the stables open?”

Oh, “Umm…I wanted to let them out for a little….”

“Yeah, let them out.” He rolls his eyes, “Like when the corner shop burnt down last night and the gnomes are re-building it now!”

“It was an accident!”

“You burnt the shop to the ground!”

“I was practicing my fire spell, father!”

“You thought you saw a wasp and fired it only to realise it was nothing but your imagination!”

 

While he was scolding me, I couldn’t help but hear a slight buzzing noise. It wasn’t a Bee; they usually make a humming noise. The Dragonflies hardly make any noise when it comes to their movements. What is that noise? Flying Ants? I push past my father and glance out the window, eyes going wide. “Wasps! Call the guards!” I ran out.

 

My feet were pounding against the floor of the castle as I bumped into furniture as I did so. Once making it outside, I skited to a halt, staring at the flying figures above me. They’re covering the sky like a blanket, blue insects is all I can see. On them were warriors from the western fairy kingdom, they were sent here by someone.

 

I wasted no time in rushing towards the stables, hoping on a Bee, kicking its sides. I was in the air, the wind blowing into my hair, as I clicked my fingers, revealing fire. I pointed towards one of the insects, the fire aimed at their heads. It shot out of my fingers, landing on its head, and it began to fall towards the ground. The guards and I did this several times before stopping; realising there was none there anymore.

 

We landed, and I sighed, walking over towards Hugo, “Wasps again.”

“Again, Mistress? That’s the third time this season.” He huffed, “Someone sending them here, but who?”

I shrug, walking into town, “Something better be done about it!”

He sighed, following me, “Mistress, we know about the complaints that have been made, but we don’t know who sends them in! Until we do, you and the guards will have to fight them off.” As we made our way over to the dress store, he clapped his hands together, “Now, let us see about this dress!”

 

I wonder who could’ve sent them here?

 

      

 

 

  

The End

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