Page 20 of Brutal Fae King
“Yes…” I murmur. “I was coming to ask you about you calling me a “queen” when we first met.”
She smiles even wider.
“I know,” the witch replies. “I have already seen it.”
I just wait for her. She slowly cocks her head—and her head just… keeps going sideways and-
And she’s gone.
My stomach drops into the sole of my shoes. I spin around, looking for her. But the darkness is too thick.
In front of me, the darkness begins to lighten and form shapes and shadows.
My queen.Her voice no longer hits my ears but rattles in the air like a cold breath.Ask your questions.
“I-I want to know what “Queen” means,” I answer. “I’ve heard rumors of a lost queen. What does that mean? Is that me?”
The light patch of darkness begins to form even clearer shapes. It’s like a silhouetted puppet show. There’s a woman in front of me, tall, with a spiked crown on top of her head.
Yes…That same voice rings in the air.There is to be a queen of Faevea. She is the key to the land surviving the assaults from its enemies. Without her, the land will crumble, and its people shall die.
The shadow woman raises her hands to the air, hands spread.
She is burdened with power. Power that can be used for many means.
Black shadow lightning cracks out from the outspread hands of the silhouetted woman.
The warrior queen must choose how to use her powers, for Faevea’s fate hangs in the balance.
“I do have lightning powers,” I insist. “But I’m not a warrior! I’ve never picked up a sword in my life! And how can I be the queen when I have always been a peasant in Thawallow? I’ve lived my entire life there! I’ve never been in the castle before now!”
I sound like I’m begging; I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want to be tangled up in politics and royalty—I just want to get home to my sister.
But in front of me, the shadows shift and change. Suddenly, there are two people sprinting. The more feminine figure holds a bundle in her arms.
There was once a king and queen of Faevea, the ones who birthed the rightful queen, now lost.The witch’s voice rattles across the air again.They, too, had the strength to change the realm with their powers—to create… and to destroy.
The puppets keep running. I focus on the bundle in her arms. I can see the shadow bundle moving.
This made them dangerous,the witch continues.And this made them threatening.
The pair approach a large wall, and they’re forced to stop. They look back and forth. Then they turn around. The male figure held an arm in front of the female one. The female one curls protectively around the bundle in her arms.
Other heirs to the throne wanted them gone; their threatening nature was the excuse the other heirs needed.
A wave of shadow starts to move over them both, except a little purple color starts seeping into the shadow. Black magic. Echoing screams bounce around the empty space. I cringe. Little streaks of red swirl in the shadows in front of me.
Other royals got involved.
The red shadows part, and I see the shape of a baby in the darkness, kicking and arms lightly flailing. I’m surprised to see the baby alive.
The king and queen were found dead. The baby, however… she was never found.That is as far as the mortals knew. The baby had simply disappeared. Most presumed her dead. Others rumored she was alive, and so was dubbed ‘the lost queen’.
Darkness shrouds the baby.
However… we know that is not where it ended. The baby was never found-
The shadows part like a curtain.
