The Dark Fairy King

The next day came too quickly, and the sun blazed down upon the earth.

I hate the sun. I hate how it taunts me, shining so brightly as if to promise something new. But isn't everything still the same? Another day. Queen Judorah and her lapdogs are still plotting world domination, the Love Fairies remain hopelessly idealistic, and the Light Fairies? Utterly self-righteous.

Yet somehow, yesterday night's events made me think that the Light Fairies were actually suspicious. How does a non-accepting, self-righteous race of fairies accept Love Fairies with open arms and friendly waves? Are they reformed, or are they just that naïve? Can't be. It's the Light Fairies we're talking about. Surely they have secrets.

Everyone is an imposter.

The worst part? They refuse to see the error of their ways. They remain locked in their delusions, blissfully unaware.

Maybe—just maybe—that's the solution: to live in their bubbles, refusing to look beyond. But I won't stoop to being a degenerate daydreamer. The bright day will pass, and nightfall will return.

My thoughts are a mess, and I need answers. The first mystery: Why do the Light Fairies allow Love Fairies free passage into their kingdom? The second, even more pressing: How can I free myself from this curse? My deepest desire isn't to hurt others to survive. I want redemption for the pain I've caused—but is that too much to ask?

Humans, however, don't have to bear the weight I carry. They control their fate with choices. They can love, hate, and hold onto their views without real consequence. I hate being born into this darkness. The cards are stacked against me, and it feels like a losing game.

And then, as if the universe itself is mocking me, a familiar Love Fairy steps out of the kingdom. Yes—that crazy red-haired fairy with purple streaks in her hair.

I notice her looking around, checking for anyone who might be following, before heading toward one of my trees down the way.

What is she up to now, sneaking toward one of my poison apple trees? Should I confront her? No, she's too unpredictable. But I need to know what she's doing. So, I watch from the shadows.

Red mist swirls around her, and her emerald eyes glisten in the shade. With a flick of her wrist, she conjures a red orb that floats above her head.

What magic is this?

She struggles for a moment, then another orb forms just below the first. A third flickers into existence, but before it can settle, the orbs dissipate into the wind.

"Darn it!" she mutters.

"I'll do it again," she promises, her voice tinged with determination.

This time, she casts the spell faster. Three glowing red orbs hover above her head, their light pulsing like a heartbeat.

The Love Fairy grins mischievously, her finger poking the first orb, nudging it toward the second. The mists follow, trailing her movements like a living thing.

She's tracing something. And then… there it is: a triangle.

Wait. All that trouble, just to form a red triangle? What does it do?

She continued forming triangles, over and over, until her hand trembled with exhaustion.

"Enough for today," the young fairy sighed, plucking a wildflower from the grass. She flicked her wrist dramatically, as if to dismiss the effort.

I couldn't help but giggle. She's so unpredictable. But what's she practicing for? Some forbidden magic? Is that why she's hiding it from the Love Fairy Kingdom?

What is her story? What secrets does she have? I noticed her trying her spell again, only to have her magic orbs floating towards one of my poison apple trees, and she gave chase to it. The orb grew bigger and was more stable than before. She stared at it, mildly intrigued, then kept it back.

She's just 10 trees away from me, closer than she had ever been. I held my breath, remaining as still as I can.

The Love Fairyscanned the area around her, her eyes narrowing, and then froze. "Oh shit, Dark Fairy territory. I should've noticed," she muttered to herself.

She clasped her hands together in an exaggerated gesture of apology. "Sorry if I trespassed," she added, hurrying away as if she had stepped on sacred ground.

But you know what? She's welcome to trespass here any day, any time—with a face like that. Wait, I'm not a creep. I'm just… curious . Who wouldn't be?

Days passed, and that same fairy kept returning to the same spot, practicing her strange magic beneath the shade of my poison apple trees.

It makes me wonder if her previous apology was even sincere—or if she even cared. But I'll allow it. Just for her.

I have to give her credit—she's determined. Each time, she moves faster, more precisely. Whatever she's trying to master, she's improving. The red orbs she conjures burn brighter, pulsing like embers in the gloom, forming sharper, more defined triangles as she traces their edges. Still, I have no idea what the hell they do.

I should get a closer look. Or maybe I should talk to her. It's not like I have many other options. No one else is coming out of their kingdoms. There's no way to figure out what's brewing—not unless I get creative. Maybe I need an alias. Maybe I need connections.

Maybe she's the key to understanding this whole mess.

The thought makes my pulse quicken, my breath hitch. I step forward, drawn toward her without thinking. But before I can reach her, she turns—green eyes locking onto me.

Shit.

Instinct takes over, and I dive behind the nearest bush. Leaves rustle, twigs snap, and before I can even curse myself for being an idiot, she's already taken off. Her wings beat furiously as she disappears into the sky, fleeing back toward the Love Fairy Kingdom like a startled bird.

Damn it. I missed my chance.

I sink back against the trunk of a tree, staring at the empty space she left behind.

Am I really a coward? What is she doing to me?

I can't stop thinking about her.

I hope she returns tomorrow.

As night fell, I found myself staring into the endless expanse of the sky, my mind restless.

Why would a Love Fairy choose this place to practice magic—knowing full well the danger?

Is it a forbidden spell she's not allowed to practice in her own kingdom?

It doesn't make sense. None of it does. And yet, dusk after dusk, she returns—unshaken, undeterred. What is she trying to accomplish? What is she hiding?

I have too many questions and too few answers. But my instincts are screaming at me—something is coming. Something big.

And when it does, I need to be ready.