Amaranta – Captive of Elf’s King

In the magic captivity

"I will never let you go," the elegant, but strong hands of the king of elves slid along her waist and shoulders, they moved her hair, caressed the neck. It was amazingly nice, as if she had bathed in warm sunshine.

“It was not necessary to wait so long. You have always been intended for me.”

"Then why am I married to another," Amaranta wanted to ask, but the tongue did not obey. Fate is fate. The burning kisses of Dagda forced her to forget about everything. She wanted to merge with him for one forever, and never leave his arms.

Green leaflets growing from his collar, slightly tickled the skin. One moment, and they sprinkled around her neck close shoots, tied her to the lover, as a network.

“Imagine that we would have turned into two bushes of scarlet and white roses, weave among themselves branches.”

Dagda laughed quietly.

“ The White and Red Fairies had to do because of us. They fought all the eternity, and now they are forced to intertwine as in love arms. I argue, they hiss at our address of the curse, but I don't care. Let them be angry.”

Amaranta remembered the fighting fairies. It seems they argued due to other people's senses. Love or passion? This was the topic of the dispute.

“What did they want when they fought above the castle at my window?”

“Championship! Each of them wants to win the territory of themselves. Now both of them are trapped, so they stayed in the castle on the place where their dispute did not dare. They usually arise where it comes to unique feelings. The White Fairy hopes that love will defeat, the Red bets on passion. In essence, they are patronizing these feelings. And here they lost someone. For the first time in the century! No one expected this.”

The castle because of them turned into a solid flower garden. Gloomy walls were covered with white-red lace of petals and buds. But about the whisper of roses Amaranta was not going to miss. They argued, they scolded each other and unflattering about the naivety of others. It was easy to part with them, as well as chatter-flashes. But she will miss Infanta.

Although why did she decide that would never return to the county to Angus? Did the king of the elves really decided to take her in captivity forever.

What happened now was exactly the a*******n. From the world of mortals Dagda dragged her practically by force. Ahead was the green hills of the kingdom of elves. The flickering bridges from the rainbow stretched over them. How fast and good!

Inside some hills, something has shone. It seems that inside each of them really lurks on the whole palace or a small state. Inside one of the hills there was exactly the forge, where the low-spirited winged creatures worked, magic jewelers nested in the other, the ball took place in the third, and the noisy feast in the fourth resembled a feast.

Dagda firmly pressed the captive to himself, flying over a hilly valley.

"Now you will not break out from me," he cheerfully proclaimed. “And you like it.”

“What exactly? Be in captivity?”

“Yes.”

She had no doubt about it herself, but the conscience was a little tormented by people. Angus was so unhappy before they parted. He was left without a wife.

The king of elves, on the contrary, was very glad. He laughed, joked, pointed out with his hand to all sorts of magical corners of his kingdom, to which Amarante was due paying attention to.

“There, there is a hollow elf, there is a swamp of spirits-joker, there is a place for dance and competitions in flights.

“And then what?” She noticed the black hill, as if burned out and outside, and from the inside.

Dagda immediately picked up.

“It is better not to go there.”

“We do not go, we fly!” she quickly corrected. “Let's be clenched closer.”

“Not worth it.”

“Why?” Amaranth felt as if she was given a slap. He is not a man. The knight or the lord may not be able to fulfill some desire of his lady, because people are limited by physical abilities. And elves are all up to one skillful wizards. They are capable of any magic.

The black hill resembled a huge bump of ash or burned back who bent into three deaths of a giant, which is about to move and rises in full growth. It became even scary. The ashes wagged around the hill, folding in the bizarre signs and faces. There was really a fire. Probably centuries ago.

“Come to us! Hurry to us! Fly to us!” whispered rustling voices. The impression of the sounds was as if the ashes looked straight into the ears.

“Do not even fly over the Black Hill,” Dagda said.

Has he heard a whisper?

Amaranta fiercely pressed to him. The hill began to scare. He resembled someone's grave. Isn't it kurgan?

The hill was like a living burned being, which died or sleeps. Dagda quickly jested her by a hill, trying not to be close to it? He feared that trouble would happen if they rush in flight right above the hill? What the king of elves may be afraid of its own territory?

For Amaranta, his behavior has become a complete surprise. She thought that he was not alarming. Especially here, in the kingdom of elves.

She turned in his arms to look back to the hill. It now seemed that ite lives and moves, even feasible. Also a moment and he will fall from the ground an ugly huge figure! Or so only seems? All this can be the games of imagination. It first boil over the magic kingdom. It is paraitic, and not going on his legs. They say that people who stepped on the magic lands will not be able to return to the world of mortals. After all, it is worth it to step on the usual land after magical, and they will come and turn into power for one moment. Such is the fate of all guests of the magical kingdom. If only this is not the fiction of the peasants. Only Dagda himself can know exactly.

“Is it true that people who have been in your country, returning to people, are treated in freaks?”

"It happens that," Dagda agreed.

Then maybe he does not accidentally put her on earth? He wants to give her to go back to her husband? The heart is unpleasant. She herself did not know what he wanted more: sometimes the county was to be lit or stay forever in the kingdom of elves.

“And it happens that your mortal guests are instantly aggravated and die, returning back to people?”

“Only if they spent more than a century here, namely, much longer than the term assigned to them for one human life. But if someone from the local makes a marriage with them, they will not be made up in any case: neither here or on the ground of people. The usual guests who stayed here longer than a century should not leave the kingdom of elves in general, if they do not want to die.

“That is, if the guests do not leave here, they never will be old.”

It turned out to be profitable. Amaranta did not imagine herself as wrinkled old woman. Stay forever young is a seductive idea. And she would really like her own wings. The fact that Dagda carries her above the Earth in his arms was very nice, but she would like to know what to fly herself. For a beginner, it would be a rare pleasure. But the elves are most likely accustomed to flights. Amaranta noticed that the wings of elves, unlike fairies, are similar to golden leaves or rainbow glare. The wings of one elf girl who danced above the waterfall, were shifted from white fog and framed with pearls along the edges.

"One of the keepers of sources," Dagda explained. “A water elf! They dwell near water. They had time to get acquainted with your girlfriend Uriella. Through them, we could send her an invitation to us on the ball or to the tournament. In general, to invite guests from another kingdom, in this case, from the underwater, you can only on the occasion of some special celebration. Otherwise, it will be considered tactless.”

“You arrange such a celebration here for me?”

“For you, everything you want,” Dagda carried her over the network of numerous streams, resembling a whole water card. There were unimaginable creatures with pearls in the skin and turtle shells between the streams.

“Would you like to see Uriella?”

“Perhaps, if only she did not turn into a terrible underwater being with the limbs, like the octopus or at all in the mermaid,” Amaranta has already believed that Uriella is still alive and did not replenished the list of noble droplets abducted by Morgen right from the ship. The only thing that bothered it is the memories of the terrible lily, which the flow brought. If all underwater beings are such, then it is better not to communicate with them. They pull you on the bottom for one "hello." It seems that these are instincts: grab and trample.

“With Uriella there will be no problem, but her spouse will also come. And his appearance can be somewhat shocked even my society, but the elves will suffer.”

“If it's so difficult, then it is not necessary.”

She wanted to be alone with Dagda, but there are so many various magical creatures around. Even the plantations of bizarre flowers, over which Dagda rushed, seemed alive. Amaranta would not be surprised if there would be beautiful devices under the lush hats from petals. How many rivals are here! And she trembled in front of the queen fairies.

All these beautiful elves, dancing on rainbow bridges are only subjects of Duga? Or some of them in the past could well be his favorites? Kings always have favorite. At least mortal kings. Can the magical king be an exception? It would be nice if Dagda was this exception. And then jealousy is a bad feeling. It can destroy any, even if the best relationships.

“ The Water spirit does not let the stolen girls on Earth alone, even after they married them,” in a hurry explained Dagda, “somehow the Water Tsar's wife, former terrestrial princess Lilofey, decided to joke. She pretended that she throws him and remains with the relatives on Earth. Since then, to visit relatives is no longer released.”

“The Water spirits do not understand jokes?”

“The lovers don’t.”

Yes, with a man, obsessed with love, may do not be joking. It is worth remembering at least violent threats of Angus. And what to say about the magic creature, which is in love.

The flight was quick, but long. The Kingdom of Dagda extended incredibly far away. Along the way, the owner explained to her that the very center of the kingdom is called seven hills, and the spacious and dust populated area around it with green hills.

Green hills really believed numbers. Of these, singing and bumping weapons came. For them, the region of seven hill was far extended. These hills were the most unusual. Grass was golden on them, not green. The shape of the hills was also quite peculiar. Inside the largest hill is the residence of Dagda.

It turned out to penetrate there quite simply. In the hill, even the door did not open, but it was worth it to take care of it closely, crystal bridges and turrets were visible inside. Dagda flew through the barrier from the wall of the hill, like through the fog. And now the circle is no longer a green area, but a whole city with a shining fortress. Above the head is not a dark earthy flooring, but the blue sky, on which the sun is shining at the same time, and the moon, and the scattering of silver stars. Wonders!

“So we are inside the hill?”

She could not even believe. The clouds over the white castle seemed the most natural and gentle. The rainbow bridges alternated with the most ordinary bridges, for some reason leading from one balcony to another. The castle itself was a grand structure, in which you can be wandering the whole day, as in the labyrinth. There are below a field for the tournaments, and greenhouses for walking and even stables with unicorn and pegasses. And all this is inside the hill!

The Emerald Dragon was already here. He dreamed in the courtyard of the castle. Ivein flew around him, something quietly singing. Noticing Dagda and Amaranta, she fell silent and made a curtsy right in the air, not going down to the ground. She made it very graceful.

Amaranta regretted again that she had no wings. It would be much more convenient to them. She would never depend on anyone, and could mostly fly to the shimmering crystal coating of the upper towers, between whose windows also stretched bridges. Is it possible to walk out of the window in the window or from the balcony to the balcony? Nothing surprisingly, given the fact that the inhabitants have wings. Naturally, instead of doors, it is more convenient to use windows, loggias and elegant forged balconies. In general, the building is similar to dreams. People here it would be uncomfortable, but the elves are just.

“I'm the only person here?” askedhe excitedly.

“In this Side, the only one, but in others there are still lovers of my subjects, stolen from the world of people.”

Amaranta remembered that the Sides are called the hills inhabited inside by magical creatures. Inside each Side was a whole state. Dagdu could be called the king, but he was a real emperor.

“Is the kidn*pped bride of Theobald here too?”

“What is her name?”

 Amaranta frowned, trying to recall the name. Theobald did not say a word about the girl. “It seems, Wilhelmina.”

“I have never heard.”

“She is officially considered dead.”

“Like everyone who is kidn*pped by elves. Simply, if they are considered dead. If they were officially recognized by the perished and captive, then the folk militia would wander in the nights in the forest with pitchforks and torches in search of missing girls and in the desire to fight against the evil spirits.

“The rumors came to me that many illiterate knights would dream of sharing the treasures of elves. Elves are considered incredibly rich.”

“Do you want to divide this wealth with me? Do you wish gifts?” Dagda carefully put her on a semicircular balcony without a railing from the tower. It was risky, but romantic. The balcony unfolded a dizzying height. A rainbow shone above the balcony. The air around was clean, fresh and carved fragrance of some unfamiliar flowers. Who would think that captive will be so good!

And the king of the elves spoke something else about gifts. Behind the crystal balcony doors really sparkled with the jewels in the boxes and chests. And in the hands of Dagda, a thread of golden light was formed. This is a necklace of stars! They were removed directly from heaven or created with magic, it did not matter. Dagda put it on her neck. If this is the same focus for the attitude, like a fiery earrings, then it would be necessary to remove this necklace immediately. But she did not want. Let the elf and further attract her. After all, it is so nice.

“Let's go! I want a lot of things to show you and donate,” Dagda pulled her to one of the bridges. Under it grew unusual trees with white branches, and birds circled over them with bright plumage and precious stones in the foreheads and on the tips of the feathers. And she also considered Infanta unique! There are such birds tens, hundreds. You can take anything.

The captivity turned out to be rather unusual and nice. But here, after all, is the magic kingdom, and therefore, to be in captivity there is a continuous pleasure.

As if from this pleasure, then did not come out of trouble, would have boosted Infanta. But Infanta with her evil bird tongue was not here fortunately. And the most importantly her beloved king of elves was here. No longer needed to hide and had the copy to enjoy his society. Some bard in Aluar sang that heaven is where your love is. So, her paradise is in the kingdom of elves. No matter how much sinister rumors did not go in the people about this state, it should not scare herit anymore.