Wingless Mors

Prologue Soul-ripping. That's what it felt like, ripping apart my soul into a million tiny flecks. It sounded like paper being torn, so slow you could see the tissue. This is what had been warned, what had been told would happen... None of us believed it until now. Chapter One Every time the thought returned to her mind she brushed it away, each time it crawled back stronger. Tension hung in the air like a storm never to rain, It rose in bubbles getting bigger as the tension got longer. The room was normal for a kingdom; fancy with royal violet curtains and white stone, in the middle was a flat head mushroom table. It was cluttered with woodland accessories; acorn tea cups and leaf plates. Suddenly a bang rang out the silence, Flutilia looked up at the younger fairy whose fist was punched into the table. Her eyes flared. "Why are we just sitting here?! We should be out there looking for those fairies!" Flutilia gently placed her teacup down, "We are doing our best sist-" "No, you're not! You're sitting around doing nothing!! A real Queen wou-" Flutilia roared over her sister, "A real Queen would do what she needed to do her fairkin are safe! She would keep a level head and do things with a clear mind and such! Not every battle I can fight Thistle." Silence once again filled the air as Flutilia left the room, leaving Thistle to sigh and look down at the untouched food. She slammed her fist into the table again and screeched the chair as she flew into her room. The case of missing fairies had been all that was spoken about and when not mentioned it hung around like a dark cloud. It bothered the Queen as the only clues left behind were torn clothing and massive prints not made by any woodland creature, although they said humans no longer come to the fairies due to disbelief the evidence left behind could only be humans. She had hoped she was wrong but there was no other explanation, they weren't missing fairies, they were fairynapped. {•°•°•°•} "Dewberry!" I felt my cheeks grow sore from smiling, as the bright gold-winged fairy flew around nearby. He called out for me again, "Dewberry! Come on! We need to get home before the Brightset! Mother will be so mad at us." I wait until at last he gets close enough and I fly out shouting, "Pixie!!" The young male shrieked before realising it was just me, I laughed. "The way you screamed! Come on Bramble I'll race you home!"